In fact, Noah's feet weren't entirely useless; they had a faint sense of touch and could feel hot and cold, but she couldn't move them.
More accurately, from her hips down, she only had sensation but couldn't move; after examination by a specialist doctor, it was determined to be due to a spinal injury.
Although a lot of money was spent, in the end, they could only use some methods to ensure that it wouldn't continue to atrophy.
She always had to take medicine, and her emotions couldn't be too agitated, so Noah gradually developed her current calm disposition.
Many people said she was resolute and courageous, never showing her emotions, and was shrewd; some even called her a smiling tiger.
But in reality, she just wasn't good at expressing her feelings with her expressions; she was like a mirror, anyone looking at her smile could always infer some unspoken meaning, even if she herself didn't intend it, the other party would always imagine things.
After all, she was a businesswoman who, at the age of twenty, had almost reached the pinnacle of Kazimierz's urban society, and she also bore the illustrious surname Kielanlet.
Even though she was no longer part of the Knight class, she still carried a certain aristocratic air.
And now, this elegant young lady, this smiling tiger who never showed her emotions, the new noble of Kazimierz—Noah Guillerette—was in a very awkward situation.
"Pain… Don't be so forceful… Kuro."
"Ah… is this really necessary… my waist, ah ah ah… I told you not to use force, my legs aren't your toy."
"That's enough! Ah ah ah… not there!"
From within the boudoir belonging exclusively to the young lady of the Kielanlet, came sounds that, just by hearing them, could inspire several reports from the Red Wine News.
And the culprit was—
"If it's not to this extent, then it's meaningless." At this moment, a sweating Noah lay weakly on her bed, her clothes disheveled, her face flushed, completely devoid of the dignified aura she presented outside.
On her was her attendant, a blonde woman named Kuro, who always wore a mask.
She was currently manipulating Noah's legs, kneading and pressing acupuncture points from her ankles upwards, simultaneously helping Noah exercise.
Of course, what had just happened wasn't some secret bedroom affair, but simply the necessary exercise to prevent muscle atrophy, except that Kuro had prepared a slightly too intense regimen for her young lady.
However, it wasn't the first time, and Kuro had almost completely ignored Noah's cries.
Even she had to admit that the first time she heard Noah's screams, her usually placid heart would ripple.
"…Can't you be gentler…" Finally, today's muscle training ended, and Noah used her hands to drag herself to the center of the bed, sprawling there weakly.
No matter how many times she trained, she couldn't get used to muscle training.
Her lower body had been numb for so long, and maintaining its current state was entirely thanks to Kuro's nightly 'play' with her legs.
If she had no sensation at all, it would be fine, but being able to feel pain and soreness was the most unbearable.
Although she had experienced many things that ordinary people couldn't endure—she was still terribly afraid of pain, scared to death.
She was someone who would definitely choose medicine over injections if possible.
Hugging her favorite pillow, she took a long time to recover before speaking.
"Kuro, do you think this kind of muscle training is really useful?"
"I don't know either." Kuro's answer was concise and clear, "But it will at least prevent your legs from being completely useless in the future."
"…Alright." The girl rubbed the pillow in her hands as if venting her frustration.
As someone who couldn't see anything around her, she was more of a tactile person, with high demands for materials, but not so much for shape.
The pillows on her bed were basically collected from various places; from childhood to adulthood, her collection of pillows and plushies had long since overflowed, with many that she had grown tired of being thrown into the adjacent storage room.
The house she lived in was considered a top-tier large villa within the Great Knight Territory of Kazimierz, but only Kuro and she lived there.
On one hand, it was because she didn't like too many people serving her, and on the other hand, it was to give herself some private space.
Every time she went out, countless people would stare at her; some were just reporters looking for entertainment news, others were speculators eyeing her vast fortune.
In any case, her whereabouts, what she did, what she liked to eat, and even her habits were all studied and exposed by a large number of people.
Aside from the relative privacy within her own villa, she truly couldn't find any other place where she could feel at ease.
It wasn't like this before, but ever since she acquired this previously unimaginable wealth, she had to bear such a price.
It was also one of the troubles of being a public figure, but today was an exception; she had an appointment today.
"Kuro, please take me to bathe." Noah felt it would be impolite to meet her close friend covered in sweat, so she extended her hands to Kuro, who had just finished the massage service, signaling her to pick her up.
As mentioned before, she didn't like many people serving her, but her body didn't allow her to be independent, so most of the work of caring for her was entrusted to Kuro.
It was truly commendable how diligent this person, who usually wielded swords, was in caring for her.
However, Noah wasn't entirely dependent on Kuro; she basically insisted on doing anything she could do herself.
Although Kuro carried her into the bathroom, Noah bathed herself.
She took off her clothes, secured her body in a special seat, then began to turn on the hot water from a specially lowered handle, scrub her body, apply shower gel, rinse off the foam, and finally, using her arms to support herself, she laboriously lowered herself into the already filled bathtub.
After gripping the specially installed handrails on both sides of the tub and adjusting herself to a position where she could enjoy the hot water without slipping, she finally let out a small sigh of relief.
Although difficult, once accustomed, practice makes perfect; with her arm strength, she could actually accomplish more than many imagined.
While soaking in the bathtub and enjoying herself, Noah was also thinking about Maria Nearl.
Although initially, she was only looking after her best friend's sister as entrusted by her best friend, after interacting with Maria for so long, she had also somewhat felt the same straightforwardness and kindness in Maria that she had once felt in Margaret.
Through their long time together, she had also somewhat come to regard Maria as her own sister.
After all, the Kielanlet was famously a single lineage; in her generation, it was a daughter, and unless someone was willing to marry into the family, the Kielanlet would likely end after this generation.
That's why so many people eyed Noah's family covetously.
As an only child, Noah didn't think having another sister was a bad thing.
Moreover, Maria was so cute—