Sword God in a World of Magic

The Mage King quietly waited for an answer.

Luckily, he didn't need to wait for long.

"Hey, Samuel. Nice to talk to you! How are you?" said a friendly voice coming from the Communication Crystal.

The Mage King gulped once. '"Not very well, sir."

"Oh? Are you having trouble? Do you need some help?" the friendly voice asked.

Samuel laughed bitterly. "Sir, I don't feel very well because I think I know why you are calling."

"We can talk about that after this. So, there are no problems at home or with your meditation? Everything outside of work is okay?" the person asked with a concerned voice.

"Everything's alright, sir," Samuel said.

"Good, good," the voice said. "Hey, listen, I've been hearing a couple of things, and I want to hear your side of the events. Could you tell me, from your point of view, what happened within the last hour?"

Samuel gulped another time. "Of course, sir."

Then, Samuel recited everything he had experienced.

"Good, good," the friendly voice said. "Now, I don't need to tell you that what you've delivered wasn't the greatest performance of your career, right?"

"No, sir," Samuel said quietly.

"You should know that, as the Judgment Palace, we represent a certain prestige. I know that this entire war business is quite complicated and that the Lightning Manor is delivering quite a formidable performance, but we can't have one of our Mage Kings be fooled by some warrior in the Sixth Realm. Do you get what I mean?" the voice asked.

Samuel wanted to protest and say that the opponent couldn't possibly have been fooling them. After all, the warrior had fought against someone with a fivefold Spirit Sense and a Death Affinity. It was already surprising enough that he had won. Samuel couldn't believe that all of this had been an act.

And yet, he couldn't protest.

Even though the voice seemed quite friendly and professional, all the Mage Kings knew the truth.

The person behind that voice didn't even know the concept of true empathy and respect.

He was simply talking in such a polite and friendly manner because this was the best way to get others to follow his orders.

He had no problem handing out compliments and having a bit of small talk if it helped him in keeping everything under his control.

Under this person, one would find oneself drawn to them.

The person was so charismatic, funny, friendly, and respectful.

The person would even listen to their trouble, give them emotional support, and give them a shoulder to cry on.

Yet, the people that truly knew this person could see the truth.

There was nothing.

There was no concern, disregard, love, hate, admiration, disdain, or care inside that person.

They were empty.

There was just nothing.

acted respectfully and nicely without meaning any of it

this person be unfriendly

how they were when they

that made them mad was

seen them fight or kill anyone, but everyone knew whom

killed many people, but no one had ever seen them do the

ever seen them sad, angry, or

They were always nice.

a smile or a concerned expression

And yet...

killed people without any

seemed fine,

the next, that person had killed the other

For seemingly no reason.

didn't matter who it

had even killed Mage

there was nothing

King Sanctified

or suppress him were Mage Emperors, and

the end, Samuel

I know my

King Sanctified Death's friendly voice came from the Communication Crystal. "I know that you've done a lot for the Judgment Palace, which is also why I trusted you with leading

minutes have been troublesome, Samuel. You know that,

I understand, sir," Samuel

I really don't like this any more than you, but I think it would be better for everyone involved that you leave the frontline to one

Samuel's heart rate increased.

know why King Sanctified Death had killed them, but all

Sanctified Death killed people that he had once led, invested in, or something similar before they

dividends, he was happy and treated it well. But as soon as

they didn't help him become richer or more powerful, there was no reason

hate them or despise

idea to keep them around

was a necessary

from the frontlines, the fear and anxiety in his heart shot through the

as possible. There are

his friendly voice, "I think you've been a bit overworked recently. You had this entire investigation thing going on, and I essentially pulled you out of that and pushed you to the front lines. I think you're a bit too stressed and need some

why don't you

dark feeling of doom

an urgent and almost pleading voice. "I can go back to my investigations! I can also just create Rank Eight Mana Crystals!

feel guilty about this entire thing, but this was your only mistake.

dread in Samuel's

Death hadn't said

had said

said. "Just take a century off, and you will see that your concentration and efficiency will return

Samuel's breathing intensified.