The Chronicles of Valonga

Other witchers: slay monsters, uphold justice, build a glorious reputation. Matthew the witcher: drowning in debt, blacklisted by every guild on the continent, nicknamed "the Shame of Witchers." And he's got a black dog at his side whose mouth is quicker than any blade. Serindra, the chief dark elf of the Black Tide, has been hunting the two of them for three years. She figured catching them would close the case. Instead—"Work off your debt? I'm the chief of the Black Tide, and you want me to take side jobs with you?" Later still, the Empire's angelic exorcist war-maiden arrives to call him to account. A final witch who has lived seven hundred years shows up, saying his scent is peculiar. Even the arrogant Red Sun witcher comes knocking, opening with—"Those sisters around you—could you get me their contact info?" Matthew says earnestly: "Sis, with skills like yours, it'd be a waste not to go into matchmaking." — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Chronicles of Valonga — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠