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.

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

else?"

Silence.

Child of Calamity has

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

at

you search for him?"

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

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

also explain why you can't find a trace of

"That is also

old man also nodded. "I presume

"Yes, sir."

Wester to give him something, and a piece of paper

at the paper

of the piece of paper, and his finger shone with

the old man commented as

"As always," Wester said.

study, and wished

looked with

waved his fingers. Some water gathered in the air, and a clear pool

looked into the pool, and the pool reflected

speeds as he scanned through every

and the old man

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 Child of Calamity before in the past 100,000

for a while longer, but then he put his head back

will find the new Child of Calamity anyway," he commented

stone. Every step he took seemingly pulled him forward for hundreds of meters. It was difficult to discern what

seconds, Wester arrived in front of a wooden door, which he quickly opened and walked

in a

and 300 meters high. Powerful weapons and adornments were on the walls as imposing, violet flags hung down from every column. The flags had white lightning bolts imprinted on them, and a gigantic table was in the middle of the

the hall

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

through

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

Do you

purple robes stood up politely. Electricity sparked around her as space seemed to

She exuded incredible power.

was searching for you. Everything going well?" Wester asked

sir. Thank you for asking,

Wester said politely as he

floated over, and the

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

she took the paper and walked over to a wall. She spoke complex and

of a piece of paper appeared on the

the outcropping, and

DING! DING! DING!

distance, their sounds

commented politely as he left

Sarah said with

SHING!

light, but the bright light vanished just as quickly as

undergone a world-shaking