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.

the sound of a heavily armored boot stepping

felt like the pressure in

Clank. Clank. Clank!

and Oliver

felt this afraid while

only

did he suddenly turn into such a scaredy

heard the footsteps stop in front of the door, his

like he

Then, the door opened.

felt like an eternity to Oliver, but

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

black titan or black

dense, pitch-black plate armor. Not even a single bit

armor, making it appear like a demon king was wearing

seeing with how many main antagonists

imposing, evil,

bit, Oliver dared to look up, and his eyes

realize that this

and the other eye was hidden behind a big, armored, metal eyepatch with the symbol of a flying sword on it. The metallic eyepatch connected to

the room, time

dare to

instincts didn't allow him to

fear at the

Several seconds passed.

took a deep

is that?!' he thought

but none of them had such a sinister presence

"Stand up."

figure, and

of Oliver glanced at

my weight, and I don't want to talk down to you. It's better when we talk

spoke more, Oliver's tense nerves began to

the room also seemed to lessen

of silence

any questions?" the figure

and he

trying to sound

am Count Sword," the figure

moment, Oliver's eyes

Count Sword in history