Sword God in a World of Magic

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on a wooden door.

No answer came.

Creak.

The door opened slowly, and an immaculately dressed person stepped in. It was a man with white hair, but it was a bit difficult to discern his age. Even though he had white hair, which obviously came from old age, there were no wrinkles on his face. If one only looked at his face, one might believe that he was rather young.

However, appearances often deceived.

If someone heard of this person's age, they wouldn't be able to believe whoever told them.

The man looked around the room with professional eyes.

It was a small study filled with all kinds of books, scriptures, tomes, and papers. An unbelievably soft, violet carpet was strewn across the ground, and a cozy fire crackled in the fireplace.

The man's eyes looked at the back of the room.

Another man was sitting on a chair behind a mahogany desk. Several papers were strewn across the desk, and the man practically lay in his chair, his head looking upward.

The man at the door slightly shook his head and walked over.

Bang!

He slightly kicked the table.

"Oh, wha- huh? Oh, good morning, Wester," the man who had just been sleeping said after recovering from the shock. He was an old man with gentle facial features, and everyone that saw him would believe him to be a nice grandpa.

"It's evening, sir," Wester, the butler, said to the old man.

"Oh, already?" the old man asked in confusion as he looked around his room. "I was working on this year's reward for the Clan Tournament. Guess I lost track of time," he said.

"Mhm," Wester uttered, deciding not to comment on how he had found his master napping.

"What? You don't believe me?" the old man asked with an offended expression. "Look! It's over there," he said.

A tome started to float from the desk and stopped in front of Wester.

Wester took the tome, opened it, and scanned through it.

"An Element-Neutral King Rank Spell," Wester commented. "You didn't read the dossiers about the candidates, did you?" Wester asked.

The old man felt like he had been found out.

BANG!

Wester put his hands on the stacked dossiers on the table, making it impossible for the old man to peek at them.

The old man groaned. "Fine! Fine!" he groaned, "but it doesn't really matter, does it? Element-Neutral Spells are worth more than Element-Specific Spells anyway."

"Sir, if you keep creating Element-Neutral Spells for every tournament, the other Clans will start believing that we don't care about the tournament," Wester commented.

The old man groaned again. "Fine! I'll just create one for every Element, and you can choose whichever you want to hand out in the future tournaments."

Wester put the Element-Neutral King Rank Spell under his arm but didn't comment on the old man's words.

Silence.

as his butler only stood

else?" the

Silence.

of Calamity has vanished," Wester

taken aback as he looked at Wester with skepticism. "Vanished? Did he flee? Why would he? He had money, freedom,

said. "When our people arrived at his home for their monthly

you search for him?" the old

50,000 kilometers. As a mere Apprentice, he couldn't possibly have

the other Clans could have hidden something like that. Additionally, they would only be

his Affinity has claimed his own life. That would also explain why you

is also our

also nodded. "I presume you need the seal?" he

"Yes, sir."

for Wester to give him something, and a piece of paper appeared

looked at

finger at the bottom of the piece of paper, and his finger

always," the old man commented as the paper flew

"As always," Wester said.

study, and wished the old man a

old man looked with furrowed brows at the middle of the

man waved his fingers. Some water gathered in the air, and

the pool, and the pool reflected a

rapid speeds as he scanned through every hidden corner of

and the old man laid back

gone. No trace of him. That's a new one," the old man mumbled to himself. "I mean, Affinities can eat up their owners, so it's not really unbelievable. It just hasn't happened with the

longer, but then he put his head

matter. The legions will find the new Child of Calamity anyway," he

walking through a dimly lit hallway made of stone. Every step he took seemingly pulled him forward for hundreds of meters. It was difficult to discern what was more surprising, the fact that Wester was moving this quickly or the fact that the hallway

some seconds, Wester arrived in front of a wooden door, which he

arrived in a

was two kilometers long and 300 meters high. Powerful weapons and adornments were on the walls as imposing, violet flags hung down from every column. The flags

now, the hall was

down another hallway, this hallway being far bigger and grander than the previous

walked through

Many different kinds of magical equipment could be found in the room. Several papers and different objects were on the

sir. Do you

blonde woman with ostentatious purple robes stood up politely. Electricity sparked around her as space

She exuded incredible power.

Sarah, perfect, I was searching for

you for asking, sir,"

I need you to do something for me," Wester said politely as he took out the

floated over, and the woman looked at

eyes widened more and more as she continued reading.

and walked over to a wall. She spoke complex and unfamiliar words that

seconds later, an outcropping in the shape of a piece of paper appeared on

in the outcropping, and the paper

DING! DING! DING!

an unfathomable distance, their sounds

good hunt," Wester commented politely as he

you, sir," Sarah said

SHING!

bright light, but the bright

Sarah had undergone a