As the snow line in the North prepares to move south, the prophecy of "Winter Returns" will no longer be the ravings of the old, but a chilling blade hanging over the Seven Kingdoms...

Butcher descended upon Westeros like the last act of love from the Old Gods.

Not being a nobleman, he was not qualified to become a dragon knight; he only possessed brute strength and a reckless spirit.

Let's see what kind of wind a brute will stir up on this continent full of intrigue and magic.

(This is a slice-of-life style; I welcome feedback from readers! I will make corrections promptly! Please support me!)

Also, the protagonist is not clear about the specific plot, has only seen fragments, and is not the kind of story where you just start having sex right away, nor does it have enough theoretical knowledge to support it.