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.

man felt a bit awkward as his butler only stood before him, not saying

something else?"

Silence.

Child of Calamity has

looked at Wester with skepticism. "Vanished? Did he flee?

said. "When our people arrived at his home for their monthly visit, he was simply

him?" the

the seventh legion to search through every particle of the surrounding 50,000 kilometers. As a mere

have hidden something like that. Additionally, they would only be

his own life. That would also explain why you can't find a trace of him,"

nodded. "That is also our

nodded. "I presume you

"Yes, sir."

and a

looked at the paper and read

the bottom of the piece of paper, and his finger shone with purple lightning

as

"As always," Wester said.

the study, and wished the

with furrowed brows at the middle

water gathered

pool, and the pool

as he scanned through every hidden corner of the world in

the old man laid

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 Child of Calamity before in the past 100,000 years. This smells fishy! Something's

longer, but

will find the new Child of Calamity anyway," he commented to himself as he closed his

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

Wester arrived in front of a wooden door, which he quickly

in

every column. The flags had white lightning bolts imprinted on them, and a gigantic table was in the middle of the hall with

now, the hall was

this hallway being

walked through

room had several tables and chairs. Many different kinds of magical equipment could be found in the room. Several papers

evening, sir. Do

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

She exuded incredible power.

searching for you. Everything going

asking, sir," the woman

to do something for me," Wester said politely as he took out the paper

the woman

widened more and more as she continued reading. "Yes, sir," she

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

an outcropping in the shape of a

put the paper in the outcropping, and the paper burned

DING! DING! DING!

unfathomable distance, their sounds

commented politely as he left

you, sir," Sarah said

SHING!

engulfed by a bright light, but the bright light vanished

Sarah had undergone a world-shaking