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.

a heavily armored

sped up, and he felt like the pressure in the room

Clank. Clank. Clank!

footsteps grew louder, and Oliver

had only felt this

was only hearing footsteps right

did he suddenly turn into such a scaredy

footsteps stop in front of the door, his body froze

he was

Then, the door opened.

an eternity to Oliver, but it

his chair as he looked at the black figure that had stepped

looked like a black titan

was entirely clothed in extremely dense, pitch-black plate armor. Not even a single bit of its

came out from the armor, making it appear like a demon

seeing with how many main antagonists in fantasy games

imposing, evil,

dared to look up, and his eyes fixated on

realize that

of Oliver only had one eye, 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 a metallic ring going around the person's head, and Oliver could

the room,

didn't dare

didn't allow him

only look in fear at the one

Several seconds passed.

Oliver finally took a

he thought in

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

"Stand up."

came from the figure, and Oliver slowly complied with the

Oliver glanced at the

to talk down to you. It's better

Oliver's tense nerves began to

the room also seemed to lessen

of

you have any questions?" the figure

nervousness returned, and he took a deep

Oliver asked, trying

am Count Sword," the

Oliver's eyes widened in

about Count Sword in history