Or maybe I am a fool after all.
I traveled West and attended the university. Their knowledge was more applicable than I imagined, and the friends I made were invaluable... Some might even interest my unfortunate sister.
The real triumph were the dissection and malady classes.
Lungs. Disease. Asthma... My brothers condition had a name.
That was my first year there.
Herbs. Chemistry. Ephedra. Ephedrin... That's what the professor described it as. I created a sample and tested it on myself. I was dizzy and my heart started pounding, but I felt like I could sprint a mile. I would import these plants and see to it that my brother lived a long life.
Having resolved my sibling's troubles... letters from prospects for my sister, and medicine for my brother, I resolved to improve our family standing.
Money... Connections... or Religious Backing?
Having seen what peasants do to potential heretics, establishing a formal religion could do good in my little hold.
My superiors took a liking to me. Well, along with a nun.
I returned home, and after a few letters were sent to the clergy, our little hold turned from a Nepotic State to a Theocracy.
Still. I had made enemies. The Professor that taught me of the world had fled The Dean at the Academy. He was not impressed at the rumors of my hold learning his secrets. He was unwilling to send forces to attack since I had the Church's backing, but he did equip the Inquisitor, who decided to come calling after I had left with The Disciple.
The Inquisitor had received a gift of a Dragon Steed from The Dean. For lack of a better term, it was a winged iron horse that belched flames. Claiming he served god, a group of flagellants and miscreants followed him to kill me.
But, he was fighting on my land, against my army. Ballistae, log traps, pitfalls. The Inquisitor's Force was routed, the leader dying in an explosion when a bolt pierced the belly of his steed.
With that, I was ready to take my place in the family.