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The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 4)

Chapter 14: School of the Viper

As Geralt leaned against the cage, worry etched on his face, he scanned his surroundings for any potential means of escape. His keen senses picked up on the subtle sounds of approaching footsteps. Just as he resigned himself to the limitations of the cage, a familiar voice echoed from the shadows.

"Geralt of Rivia, School of the Wolf," the voice said, drawing Geralt's attention. As the figure emerged from the darkness, it revealed itself to be Serrit, a fellow Witcher from the School of the Viper. A tense exchange unfolded between them, with Serrit accusing Geralt of aligning with the wrong side.

"This is the second time you've aligned yourself with the wrong side, Serrit," Geralt spat, anger evident as his fists gripped the bars of his cell, knuckles white.

"How the tide has changed, Geralt. First, you killed my brother in your fight against Emhyr, and now you play his lapdog, serving in his secret service," Serrit replied, a cold edge to his voice.

"You have no idea what you're talking about, Serrit!" Geralt retorted. He was only working with Emhyr for Ciri's sake, he believed.

"The spy you are working with, she is deceiving you, Geralt. She is trying to stop a rebellion against Emhyr," Serrit declared.

"What do you mean, spy?" Geralt asked.

"Exactly that! Dear Gods, Geralt, did you really have no idea?” Serrit said in disgust.

"No!” Geralt shouted, confused by the realization that he had been blinded by his ...

... desires.

“Cantarella is the head of the Nilfgaardian Secret Service, you idiot. Why else would you both be here?" Serrit questioned.

"Because of the stolen money from the tournament I won. We made a pact to split the money and she…she needed protection," Geralt stated, the realization of the trap she set dawning on him.

"Then you are a bigger fool than I thought," Serrit remarked with a hint of disdain.

Geralt’s mind raced trying to understand the web of lies that led him to his moment. “Serrit, I thought you were dead,” Geralt said.

“I fled after our last altercation and faked my death to escape. It was the only way. All of the members of the school of vipers have been hunted down,” he said, a sad look crossing his face, “This was to be my last stand. A fight against Emhyr, the king who paid me to kill the northern Kings then lied and betrayed,” Serrit explained, thoughts of his lost brother and the dashed hopes of rebuilding the school of the viper.

“I…I am sorry about your brother. My fight is not with you. I need to save Ciri. The Wild Hunt is back,” said Geralt, his regret for needing to kill the witcher to save the king he swore to protect from Emhyr weighing on him.

“I am done fighting other people's wars. The Wild Hunt is not my concern anymore,” said Serrit. “Just don't get in my way Geralt, you owe me that much!” Serrit walked away, disappearing in the shadows.

As the minutes ticked away, Geralt's thoughts wandered to Sasha. If she was working for ...