The scent of herbs and poultices filled the air as Sienna carefully wrapped a linen bandage around her patient's arm. A young girl, no older than four, sniffled quietly as her mother—who smelled faintly of fresh roses—stroked her hair. Her father, a broad-shouldered man with soot-streaked hands, looked on anxiously.
"She should be fine," Sienna reassured them, adjusting the bandage one last time. "But the wound must be kept clean, and I want you to boil water before washing it. No well water, no river water—boiled and cooled, understand?"
The blacksmith nodded quickly. "Aye, maester—I mean, healer. Thank you."
Sienna smiled politely, ignoring the slip. There were no female maesters, and she doubted there ever would be, but that did not stop her from learning.
She handed a small vial of herbal tincture to the mother. "Mix a few drops in her drink once every morning. It will keep the fever away."
The mother gave a grateful bow. "Seven bless you."
Sienna simply nodded. The Seven had never done anything for her, but it was easier to let people believe what they wanted.
As the family departed, she let out a soft sigh and stretched her sore shoulders. Then, turning to the adjacent room, she found herself sighing for an entirely different reason.
Sitting cross-legged on a woven mat, Kaelion was hunched over a scroll almost as large as he was, his small fingers tracing the inked symbols with intense concentration. His lips moved as he carefully attempted to sound out the words.
A fond yet exasperated smile tugged at Sienna's lips. The sight was undeniably cute, but at the same time… problematic.
At two and a half years old, her son had already shown an intelligence far beyond his years. He spoke in full, clear syllables when other children his age still babbled. He rarely cried, rarely needed comfort, and often stared at people with an unsettling level of awareness.
It made her proud—and uneasy.
The world was not kind to those who were different. Children might mock him, but adults? Adults would whisper, accuse, and fear.
Some might call him possessed.
Sienna swallowed down the thought, shaking her head. She did not believe in such nonsense. No gods had ever answered her, and no demons had ever cursed her. What mattered was logic, reason, and knowledge.
Clearing her throat, she stepped forward. "Kaelion."
Her son looked up, blinking his bright eyes at her. "Mother."
She folded her arms. "Do you even understand what you're reading?"
Kaelion's tiny finger pointed at a symbol on the scroll. "This means… 'elixir'?"
Sienna raised a brow. "And this one?"
"Uhm… 'poultice'?"
She hid a smile. "Close, but no. That means 'tincture.'"
Kaelion frowned, staring at the symbol as though willing it to change.
Sienna shook her head, kneeling beside him. "You're too young to be reading medical texts."
"I want to learn," Kaelion said stubbornly.
"You should be playing with other children."
"They don't like me," he said simply. "They think I'm strange."
Sienna frowned. She had feared as much.
Kaelion met her gaze. "Mother, I don't need to play with them. I want to learn. Teach me, and I'll help you with patients."
Sienna sighed. "And what do I get in return?"
Kaelion hesitated, then scowled in realization. "You want me to spend time with children my age."
"I want you to live, Kaelion. Learning is important, but so is growing."
They stared at each other for a long moment before he finally sighed. "Fine. But only sometimes."
"That will do," she said, ruffling his hair.
Though, deep down, she hoped he might form a bond with some of her patients' children.
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Kaelion had been watching his mother carefully. Her movements, her diagnosis, her treatments—he noted them all. But in truth, it was all unnecessary. He had already surpassed her knowledge.
His ability—All of Creation—was a gift beyond comprehension. With it, he could obtain knowledge at an impossible rate. The moment he grasped the foundational principles of a subject, he could analyze, refine, and expand upon it endlessly.
"Analysis Complete. Displaying Results."
A familiar, calming voice echoed in his mind. It was Raphael, the unique intelligence governing his abilities.
'Raphael, summarize the efficiency of Sienna's treatment methods compared to modern medical standards.'
"Sienna Varis' methods are consistent with medieval medical practices, with a 78.3% success rate for treating minor infections. However, a simple introduction of antiseptic principles and improved suturing techniques would increase effectiveness by 32.1%."
Kaelion exhaled slowly, absorbing the information.
If he truly desired, he could revolutionize medicine overnight. But he had to be careful. If he introduced too much, too quickly, it would only draw suspicion.
Instead, he had taken a slow approach.
First, he consumed all available medical knowledge in the house. Then, using All of Creation, he expanded upon it, drawing from the vast depths of modern medical sciences—surgery, virology, pharmacology, everything.
But knowledge alone wasn't enough. Experience mattered.
So, he used Parallel Processing in combination with Alteration to create a simulated training ground within his mind. With it, he could practice procedures, diagnose conditions, and refine treatments at an accelerated rate—living through millions of experiences within the span of mere days.
It was like the ultimate virtual reality, one where he could fail without consequence and learn from his mistakes.
The only thing keeping him grounded was Raphael's intervention. Normally, experiencing billions of years of simulations in a short span would shatter a human mind. But Raphael ensured the memories were perfectly sorted, filtered, and structured, preventing mental overload.
Now, Kaelion had a plan.
If he wanted to introduce medicine in a believable way, he needed a foundation. And that foundation would be his mother.
He would learn under her, assist her, and subtly guide her toward better methods. That way, when the time came for him to introduce innovations, people would assume he had simply learned it all from her.
It was the safest path forward.
"Master, do you wish to refine this strategy further?"
'Not for now. But keep analyzing potential methods for gradual medical advancements. I'll need to introduce antiseptics soon without alarming anyone.'
"Understood. Compiling feasible implementation strategies."
Kaelion smiled.
The world was primitive now, but in time… he would change that.
And this was only the beginning.
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