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.

a bit awkward as his butler only

need something else?" the old man

Silence.

of Calamity

a bit taken aback as he looked at Wester with skepticism. "Vanished? Did

"When our people arrived at his home for their monthly visit, he

you search for him?" the

the seventh legion to search through every particle of the surrounding 50,000 kilometers. As a mere Apprentice, he couldn't possibly have traveled further,

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

means that his Affinity has claimed his own life. That would also explain why you can't find a trace of him," the old man

"That is also

also nodded. "I presume you need the

"Yes, sir."

give him something, and a piece of

at the paper and

of paper, and

man commented as the paper

"As always," Wester said.

turned around, left the study, and wished the old man

the old man looked with furrowed brows

waved his fingers. Some water gathered

into the pool, and the

he scanned through every hidden corner of the world in the

seconds later, the pool vanished, and the old

"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

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

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

meters. It was difficult to discern what was more surprising, the fact that Wester was moving this quickly or the fact that

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

in a grand

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

the

another door and down another hallway, this hallway being far bigger and

through another

equipment could be found in the room. Several

Do

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

She exuded incredible power.

for

for asking, sir," the

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

and the woman

more and more as she continued reading.

she took the paper 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

in the outcropping, and

DING! DING! DING!

throughout an unfathomable distance, their sounds ignoring the

commented politely as he

sir," Sarah said

SHING!

the bright light vanished just as quickly

undergone a