Witcher's Atelier

If there are miracles in the world...

It must be because of love.

Or a bottle of powerful potion.

--《Victor's Alchemy Workshop》. The motto hanging on the wall of Kaer Morhen headquarters.

...

Time flies, and the battle of Kaer Morhen happened half a month ago.

That afternoon, the unconscious Victor finally regained his mind.

As if floating from the bottom of the water, his breathing suddenly became smooth, the cold air refreshed his heart, and the dull pain in his chest also eased.

He opened his eyes, "The familiar ceiling..." he murmured.

There is no doubt that this is Kaer Morhen. The North Tower Alchemy Workshop, his own bedroom.

There was a rustling sound, and a pair of white eyes without pupils appeared, which was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar. Its owner had bright straw-colored hair and wild thick eyebrows. It was the second in command of the Phantom Troupe. Miss Angouleme Corleone.

She reached out her hand and shook it left and right in front of Victor to make sure he was really awake. She screamed and ran out of the room as fast as a rabbit.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't leave in a hurry!., damn single-celled organism, we have worked together for so many years, but you are still so impatient. Is it difficult to pour me a glass of water before leaving?"

Complaining hoarsely, licking his dry lips, Victor looked at the bright sunlight coming through the window with his side face.

He clearly realized that the life-and-death battle with the Wild Hunt was really a thing of the past.

But the picture in his mind was still stuck on Eredin's flashing skull mask and the sword of Twistorg piercing his heart!

──Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm still alive? What a miracle!

Closing his eyes, tracing back to the source, he soon figured out the reason for his survival, "Ah! Thank you for the grace of the God of Alchemy, and thank you for the enthusiastic sponsorship of my friend Saskia~~"

That's right! Victor was able to survive the piercing attack thanks to the powerful recovery effect of the "Dragon Power Potion".

Once outside the city of Lomne, a dragon girl suffered a nearly fatal injury, but after taking some medicine and resting for a while, she was able to do intense exercise immediately; and her passionate riding posture almost broke his waist.

Such a rampant and exaggerated return of life can only be attributed to the different physiques of humans and dragons, and it really cannot be generalized...

...

Pushing the door open, the scene Keira saw when she entered the room was that Victor was struggling to prop up half of his body and trying to get out of bed.

Her smile bloomed like a flower in an instant.

She hurried forward to hug the injured and cast a spell to summon half a cup of warm water for the witcher to sip.

After taking care of him for a long time, the sorceress helped him sit on the cushion and gently held his left hand, "How do you feel now? Does your chest still hurt?"

He calmly felt the condition of his body, which seemed to be functioning well, but when he was about to respond, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, "Hiss... Ouch! No, not the chest,... Keira!"

"Honey, tell me where it hurts?"

"Right hand, right palm, my right palm hurts so much."

After hearing Victor's answer, the sorceress's expression suddenly became a little strange.

"Wick...", biting her lower lip with her teeth, she glanced at the specimen area displayed in the cabinet, "Your right hand is on the shelf, it won't hurt."

--What nonsense are you talking about! My hand is clearly here!

The witcher, who didn't believe in rumors at all, sat up straight, first looked at his right hand soaked in formalin, and then looked at the empty space below the elbow joint of his body.

Staring at the snow-white bandage at the cut, the wrapping was complete and beautiful, his eyes were dull.

Then he thought of the strange emptiness in his right hand when he was plotted against by Eredin.

After a long silence, Victor finally accepted the reality of losing his beloved concubine and slumped back on the cushion with a groan, "Merritelli's beard! So this is phantom pain... It's really a rare experience, it really hurts."

"Phantom pain!? What is that?" The pain that shouldn't exist and the new and unknown term both made Keira worried.

He shook his head, "To put it simply, some people who have lost limbs will have hallucinations, feeling that the lost part is still attached to the torso, which is called a phantom limb.

And phantom pain, or phantom limb pain, phantom limb pain, is the pain that patients feel in phantom limbs, phantom hands or phantom fingers."

"., It's like this, is there a way to cure it?" She couldn't help but frown.

"The symptoms of phantom pain are persistent and more severe each time. Drug treatment is difficult to work, and most of them are hopeless." Finding the case from his memory, Victor announced that he was seriously ill.

"Anyway, don't worry about the hand, it's all on the shelf anyway. Let me first tell you about the day I was seriously injured and unconscious. What happened next? Why did the Wild Hunt retreat?"

In response to the young man's question, although Keira was more worried about the trouble of "phantom pain", she knew how eager people who woke up from a coma were to understand the reality.

So the sorceress detailed the incident of Ciri arriving at the vestibule, witnessing Victor fall, and her emotional outburst triggering a tide of magic, driving away the Wild Hunt.

Only when he learned that Ciri went crazy on the spot because he was dying, the witcher's expression became a little surprised, "Wait Keira, so Vesemir is still alive?"

"Of course! What do you mean by this? Should he be in trouble?"

"No, of course not, I just... my thoughts are still a little confused. So are there other casualties?"

"No, the most serious one is you. You can never use a sword without your right hand. The others are only slightly injured."

Victor, who touched his nose and got the answer, raised the corners of his mouth and showed a satisfied smile.

Only he knew that in his past life, he had participated in countless decisive battles of Kaer Morhen as Geralt; but without exception, Vesemir would always die in the battle, which would then cause Ciri to go berserk.

The master's neck was broken! It was the most profound scene in his memory.

So since he came to the world of demon hunting, Victor has been looking for means or methods to change his fate, but he didn't expect that after going around in circles, he would eventually sacrifice himself instead of Vesemir to end the battle of Kaer Morhen.

Shining courage and awareness, opening up a new path.

Victor felt it was a good deal to be able to exchange the life of the kind old man for a right hand. Others don't need to know the ins and outs, he will take this secret into the coffin and bury it in his heart forever.

Emotionally peaceful and calm, he continued to listen to Keira's supplement of many information that would only be known after the war.

For example, Yennefer was unable to maintain the barrier because of the sudden attack by Caranthir. Fortunately, Triss was nearby to provide timely support, so she did not suffer more damage.

There was also the white frost blown by Eredin, which froze almost all the witchers. Only Angouleme was alert to the crisis in advance and pulled Ciri into the bunker.

Then there was the late night seven days ago, when Geralt and Ciri suddenly left without saying goodbye, and no one knew where they ran to.

Then Yennefer disappeared first, and Triss also said goodbye and left.

The witchers stayed in the castle. The bad experience of being frozen by white frost made them willing to participate in the secondary mutation and gain stronger power.

…

While talking, steady footsteps approached, and the door was pushed open again.

"Wick, you finally woke up!" The old voice was full of emotion. The person who came in was Vesemir, and Angouleme, who had returned, went with him.

Although he knew the result long ago, Victor still couldn't hide his joy when he really saw Vesemir.

At this moment, he truly felt a sense of accomplishment that was numb and slightly electric. What he did changed the world!

Vesemir and Angouleme, two lives that disappeared in their original trajectories, now appeared in front of him at the same time. This was the overlap of two happy things.

And these two joys brought him more joy. What he got was a happy time like a dream...

"Hahahahahahaha!" Victor, who was so excited that he opened his arms to accept the reality, laughed heartily, "Oh! Dear Master Vesemir, come and give me a hug. It's so happy to see you again!"

Without rejecting his request, Vesemir went forward to hug him.

But Victor's joy did not seem to infect the others present.

Facing his happy smile, Angouleme's expression was sad, "Wick, you don't have to be like this. You make me want to cry like this. We all understand your mood. You don't need to force a smile."

"Ah, what are you talking about? How can I force a smile?" Shocked by Angouleme's miserable performance, Victor frowned and found that things were not simple.

Looking around, Vesemir's face was heavy, and Kayla's eyes were also red.

He scratched his hair, "Uh... Sorry, I just woke up and don't know the situation clearly. Let me confirm it again. Apart from losing my right hand, have there been any other misfortunes recently?"

"No." X3

"Then why are you crying? We won. We defeated the Wild Hunt with minimal losses and achieved the expected complete victory. Now it's time to open the red wine to celebrate!"

Two tears slid down his face, and Angouleme choked up, "Isn't losing your right hand serious enough? Captain, you don't have to hold on. I know you are the one who suffers the most!

Without the right hand, all the swordsmanship I practiced hard is wasted, and the demon hunter is The hunter's career ends here.

You will be a cripple who lives off others for the rest of your life. You will have to rely on Keira, Ciri or Saskia to support you. I know your self-esteem will find it difficult to accept this.

I understand, I understand everything. No one understands you better than me.

Don't worry, Captain. I promise that I will inherit your legacy and make the Phantom Troupe famous all over the world.＠～＃! ＄％︿＆＊＋（"

Blinking his eyes, Victor finally understood that the respect and pity of others were all due to the gap in information asymmetry.

What they consider to be a serious disability is not a big deal to him. He can handle the whole body of artificial bones, let alone a mere A prosthetic limb!

And it is easy to solve this embarrassment, just explain it to them clearly or show them the real thing directly.

Then the only problem left is that the tearful declaration of the members is quite touching at first, but the more you listen, the angrier you get!

So he waved to Angouleme to come to the bed, "Dear deputy leader, now I order you in the name of the leader, don't move!"

Then he aimed at the head, raised his left hand high and fell heavily, hitting her to the ground.

"You know nothing! Bastard! If I die one day, it must be because of you who pissed me off!

You iron man Silly, I live a comfortable life. I don't need you to inherit my legacy! I don't have any inheritance to give you!

Besides, I don't need to live off others. Although I have been traveling around as a demon hunter recently. But my real profession has never changed.

Get the situation clear. Your boss is, 'The Incredible Alchemist'!

As long as I want, I can always get a new prosthesis. Losing an arm doesn't matter at all!

That's all. The forced smile you believe is pure fiction and has never existed from the beginning! Do you understand? "

The thundering scolding was not only for Angulan to hear, but also to explain to others.

Then the alchemist turned to Vesemir, "Master, can you help me lift the cauldron that was used as furniture in the backyard to the courtyard. The prosthetic limb I am going to make next, if it can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, will be more flexible and convenient than the original right hand!"

"Hiss... Wick, you are kidding, alchemy can even do such a magical thing?"

"Don't worry!" Victor raised his remaining thumb, "I think it's no problem!"

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