"So, you are the little villages genius, right?" A woman in a simple black dress asks the girl standing in front of a wooden workbench.

The girl has full brown hair that reaches down her back and is bound into a simple ponytail.

She has sharp dark green eyes and wears a simple dark green skirt and brown blouse; her front is covered by a dark brown apron on which many different stains are present.

Two leather gloves hide her hands which are currently holding a chisel and hammer.

"And who might you be my lady, you surely aren't form around here. I would remember someone as unique as you." The girls replies with a calm and collected tone, all the while sizing up her sudden guest.

The woman was tall and each of her movement was made with great confidence.

Her raven black hair freely falls down on her back and together with her black dress it makes a great contrast to her deathly pale skin.

"Oh my, I forgot to introduce myself, haven't I?" The woman's voice was sweet and tender.

"My name is Elizabeth Valkira, ruler of the Red Sanctum." She gives a light bow to Sam as she introduces herself.

'Red Sanctum? Never heard of it, but it sounds suspiciously like some kind of sect, or vampire organization.' Sam thinks while returning the bow and introducing herself.

"I am Samila Leviata, a pleasure meeting you lady Valkira. May I inquire about the reason for your visit to this humble village?" The moment Sam spoke her question out loud she felt a cold shiver running down her spine.

This little detail didn't escape Lady Valkira

Inside a small village near dark forest lives a girl, her name is Samila Leviata, she has long brown hair bound into a low ponytail and sharp dark green eyes.

Sam is a transmigrator, she originally hailed form a place called earth, but somehow, she awoke in the body of Samila Leviata who is seventeen and the daughter of a humble farmer family.

When she first realized that she was now in a medieval world she panicked as the medieval times from her world were filled with sickness, war and other things.

But over the course of the week, she noticed how different this world was in this aspect.

There are many old people and most of the sick can be cured with the help of the local apothecary.

Over the next few months Sam enthusiastically started to befriend many people and asked them about their work.

Without access to the internet many of her usual ways to entertain herself were gone, with nothing else to do Sam decided to learn as much as she could from the people in her village.

In her learning spree Sam discovered her previously unknown interest in herbs and medicine. She often visited the local apothecary and asked the owner to teach her.

He accepted and taught her everything he knew, to his surprise Sam absorbed all the knowledge like a sponge within a bit more than a months' time.

For a person that lived in the twenty-first century the meager amount of knowledge the owner of the apothecary gave her was nothing compared to all the things she had to learn in her school time.

With her source of information dried up Sam once again went around and learned from many different people in the village.

This went on for a whole year, by the end of it she was considered a genius by the whole village.

But it was then that a great change occurred.