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.

his butler only stood before him, not

something else?" the old man

Silence.

Child of Calamity has vanished,"

with skepticism. "Vanished?

our people arrived at his home for their monthly visit,

for him?" the old man

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

could have hidden something like that. Additionally, they would only be shooting a fireball in their own faces

also explain why you can't find a trace of him," the

"That is

"I presume

"Yes, sir."

to give him something, and a piece of paper appeared in the air, which then

man looked at

the bottom of the piece of paper, and his finger

always," the old man commented as the paper flew back to

"As always," Wester said.

study, and wished the old

old man looked with furrowed brows at

Some water gathered in the air, and

into the pool, and the pool reflected a seemingly

rapid speeds as he scanned through every hidden

later, the pool vanished, and the old man laid back on the

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

man scratched his chin for a while longer, but then he put his head back in

The legions will find the new Child of Calamity anyway," he commented to himself as

meters. It was difficult to discern what was more surprising, the

a wooden door,

in a

as imposing, violet flags hung down from every column. The flags had white lightning bolts imprinted on them, and

now, the hall was

another hallway, this hallway being far bigger and grander

through

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

sir. Do you

Electricity sparked

She exuded incredible power.

for you. Everything going well?"

sir. Thank you for asking, sir," the woman

politely as

and the

more as she continued

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

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

paper in the outcropping,

DING! DING! DING!

bells rang throughout an unfathomable distance, their sounds ignoring the upper

Wester commented politely as he left the

Sarah said with

SHING!

was engulfed by a bright light, but the bright light vanished just as quickly as it

undergone