Sword God in a World of Magic

A door on the fifth floor of the Warrior Academy's main building opened.

Two people stood in front of the door. One was a tall man with blue hair and a gigantic sword strapped to his back.

The other person was a teenager with black hair, carrying a black spear on his back.

"Enter," the teacher said.

The student hesitated a bit. "Am I in trouble, Teacher Astor?" he asked with a voice that betrayed his nervousness.

"No," Teacher Astor said with a calm voice. "Someone important wants to meet you, and I'm only here to escort you."

"Why?" the student asked.

"I don't know," Teacher Astor answered.

That didn't help in alleviating the student's worries.

Eventually, he just entered the room, and Teacher Astor closed the door before leaving.

The student looked around with anxiety, and he eventually sat down in a chair beside a big desk in the middle of the room.

The student slowly caressed the handle of his spear to give himself comfort. As long as his weapon was beside him, he didn't need to feel so scared.

'Have I done anything wrong?' the student thought in worry. 'Did someone find out that I sneaked into the Wild Forest to fight some beasts? But I didn't kill any of them! I didn't damage the ecosystem!'

The student waited inside the room for several minutes, his anxiety only becoming stronger.

'Calm down, Oliver! Teacher Astor said that you are not in trouble! It's only that someone important wants to meet you... someone so important that even Teacher Astor seemed uncertain...'

Oliver, the student, just couldn't calm himself down. He knew Teacher Astor very well, and he was always friendly, helpful, and forthcoming. He was also a very good teacher!

But, just now, Teacher Astor seemed conflicted, nervous, and uncertain.

That meant that someone of even greater status than a teacher or Vice-Dean of the Academy would want to meet him.

'What would such a person even want from me? I'm barely average in my class. I can't imagine that some powerful warrior suddenly saw my talent and decided to take me in as their disciple.'

'But then, what would such a person want from me?'

As Oliver continued stewing in his thoughts, his eyes darted toward the door of the room.

For some reason, he felt like something or someone was approaching.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to become more oppressive and darker the more Oliver looked at the door.

Clank.

of a heavily armored

and he felt like the pressure in

Clank. Clank. Clank!

louder, and Oliver

only felt this afraid while fighting powerful

he was only hearing

turn into

the door, his body froze as his fight-or-flight instincts

he was about to

Then, the door opened.

door opening felt like an eternity to Oliver, but it actually

move and only sat stiffly on his chair as he looked at the black figure that had

like a black titan or black

extremely dense, pitch-black plate armor. Not even a single bit of its actual body showed through the

armor, making it appear like a demon

immediately connected the armor he was seeing with how many main antagonists in fantasy games

imposing, evil,

up, and his eyes fixated on a single, cold,

realize that

a big, armored, metal eyepatch with the symbol of a flying sword on it. The

the black titan entered the

dare to

allow him to

at the

Several seconds passed.

finally took

he

Stage warriors before, but none of them had such a sinister presence and overwhelming

"Stand up."

from the figure,

Oliver glanced at

chairs in here can't bear my weight, and I don't want to talk down to you. It's better when we

spoke more, Oliver's tense nerves

in the room also

of silence

have any questions?" the figure

he

trying to sound unintimidated but

Count Sword," the figure

moment, Oliver's eyes widened

Count Sword in history