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.

old man felt a bit awkward as his butler only stood

you need something else?" the old

Silence.

Calamity has

skepticism. "Vanished? Did he flee? Why

know," Wester said. "When our people arrived at his home for their monthly visit,

him?"

particle of the surrounding 50,000 kilometers. As a mere Apprentice, he couldn't possibly have traveled further, and we would have noticed any spatial fluctuations. However, we

old man scratched his chin in thought. "Not even the other Clans could have hidden something like that. Additionally, they would only be shooting a fireball in their own

has claimed his own life. That would also explain

is

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

"Yes, sir."

to give him something, and a

looked at the

piece of paper, and his finger shone with

commented as

"As always," Wester said.

left the study, and wished the old

the old man looked with furrowed brows at

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

man looked into the pool, and

eyes moved with rapid speeds as he scanned through every

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

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 Child of Calamity before in the past 100,000 years.

but then he put his

Child of Calamity anyway," he commented to himself as he closed his

meters. It was difficult to discern what

a wooden door, which he quickly opened and walked

arrived in a grand

hung down from every column. The flags had white lightning bolts imprinted on

the hall was

this hallway

walked through

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

evening, sir. Do

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

She exuded incredible power.

was searching for you. Everything

asking, sir,"

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

floated over, and the woman

as

and walked over to a wall. She spoke complex

outcropping in the shape of a piece

put the paper in the outcropping, and the

DING! DING! DING!

rang throughout an unfathomable distance, their sounds ignoring the upper limit of the

commented

you, sir," Sarah

SHING!

by a bright light, but the bright light vanished just as quickly

Sarah had undergone a