The Witcher: Serpent School Witcher's Otherworldly Journey

The Witcher of the Serpent School didn't believe in fate. But fate seemed to favor him. Gesvide was destroyed, the school scattered, and he was the only one who remembered the names of the forty-seven apprentices. The two swords on his back were forged by his own hands, and even the poison used by Letho to kill the king came from his cauldron. He had followed the Wild Hunt for thirty years, witnessing firsthand a real dragon soar across the skies of La Valledie, its wings obscuring half the sun, its breath melting castle towers into glass. Then a malfunctioning portal threw him into another world. Here, too, were "dragons." Two-legged lizards, at best cousins ​​of pterodactyls. No alchemy materials, no commission notice board, only a silver sword and a dozen nearly expired potions. But it didn't matter. He had only managed to pull the Duke of the North from the gallows during the War of the Five Kings, just passing by. The silver sword cleaved through the shadows of the Red Witch—a Witcher's instinct was to kill any monster he saw. He only wanted to go to the Wall to see what lay behind the ice wall and whether it was related to the Wild Hunt. As for being asked if he believed in the Lord of Light—he snapped his fingers, and the candles lit immediately. "Actually, I am also a devout follower of the Lord of Light." —The Witcher x A Song of Ice and Fire, an original Serpent School Witcher. Main world Witcher, no system, no transmigration or reincarnation. (Why doesn't the Serpent School have master-level equipment!)