RAGNA POV..
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After I officially showed that I could read and write, I practiced it almost every day—at least pretending to—while engraving every bit of my experints and experience into my mind.
While my family considered a genius, I knew better than anyone else that it was because of the system and my superhuman physique. My assessnt speed had increased more than tenfold and showed no signs of stopping.
Through these continuous boosts and enhancents, I had crossed from a normal human into sothing closer to a godlike being. My body, mind, and mory had beco top-notch, almost like an ascension to a higher being. morizing anything placed before was as easy as a monkey eating a banana, and only needed to see it once to get it correctly. With the system’s abilities, everything I read felt as though I already knew it beforehand, without missing a single word.
Striking the iron while it was still hot, I asked for small books and filled my mind with whatever I found important or interesting enough for . John and Elina were still on cloud nine and didn’t question about anything or find my habits unusual.
When the weather finally cleared, Elina decided she couldn’t keep calling the midwife any longer. Instead, she chose to take Oge directly to the clinic rather than wait for a checkup. With all the cold and wind from the previous season, no matter how much effort John and Gustav put into maintaining the house, there were always spots they missed—areas that would inevitably worsen and needed fixing.
Oge had been coughing far too much for Elina not to worry, leaving Gustav with a sense of victory and success firmly within his grasp. Even though he knew that woman was taking her daughter for a dical check, he wasn’t worried in the slightest. His mother had assured him that the poison was a silent killer, unnoticeable unless the victim had been dead for over a month.
Elina didn’t care about the weather anymore. Early in the morning, she took the horse wagon and brought Oge to the southern side of the village of Wortham to et the midwife. The bad weather had lasted longer than expected, and the accumulated farm work ant everyone needed to help before another season arrived.
She had to bring along, since the previous incident was still fresh in her mind. After wrapping us in thick blankets, we began our trip to the clinic.
I was genuinely happy—it was the first ti I had seen the world beyond our ho and farm boundaries. There was so much I could learn from this experience.
Once the village ca into view, many of my doubts were cleared. It wasn’t just my family; the entire village looked like sothing out of early dieval drawings from history books. There was no sign of complex technology. Even a windmill or watermill would have been considered a marvel.
When I asked Elina about the village, she brushed it off, saying I was too young to worry about unimportant things.
Wortham consisted of scattered buildings with wide spaces between them. Not a single structure was made of proper cent stone—only bricks, red or black sand, and wood. There were no paved roads, just bare earth and sand between houses.
From the signs hanging outside the buildings, I could identify different shops: a blacksmith, a tavern, a tailor. Bakeries, however, didn’t need signs. The delicious sll pouring from their chimneys was enough to make anyone passing by drool. Even I found myself daydreaming about a city filled with freshly baked loaves of bread.
When we arrived at the midwife’s clinic, I was surprised. It wasn’t anything like what I had imagined. It didn’t resemble a dical facility at all—it looked more like a house, one three tis the size of my parents’. Elina had ntioned several tis that it was a clinic, not just a house, even though the midwife lived beside it.
To , that ant one of two things: either she was wealthy enough to own such land, or my parents were simply poor.
After we parked the wagon, I noticed the door was already open. The mont I stepped inside, the first thing that hit was the scent—a light dicinal disinfectant sll. Though I wasn’t very familiar with clinics in this life, it was unmistakably familiar from my previous one.
With my heightened senses, I imdiately picked up on the strange mixture of odors, the unmistakable atmosphere of a doctor’s dicine room. When my hand touched the massive door leading into a single large hall, I nearly choked.
What I inhaled barely felt like air. It was a thick, toxic blend of herbs and incense.
On the left side was another door, likely leading to additional dical quarters. On the right, my ears twitched as I heard won’s voices. A wide curtain separated the midwife from the patients she was treating.
The rest of the room was filled with wooden benches and chairs, many of them already occupied.
The mont we entered, attention shifted toward us.
People began staring—heated glares and sharp looks. That was when Elina realized she had forgotten to bring a scarf for . In her rush to get her younger daughter checked, it had slipped her mind.
"Oh, what is that stench? What is a Cursed Child doing here?"
One of the won said with disgust, breaking off from her conversation as her eyes slowly turned toward .
Elina imdiately felt dejected. She was proud of and hated the idea of hiding her child, but the situation was forcing her hand. It felt like they might even attack if given the chance.
As the atmosphere shifted, low gasps and scornful gazes filled the room, tightening the air with tension all around us.
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