Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 36: Curing the fiance’s legs (Part-2)

She had never regretted any decision she had made.

She did not know Prince Kael’s true identity.

She did not know the real reason he approached her.

But she could clearly feel one thing—

When he stood before her, when he protected her, when he spoke to her... His sincerity was real.

Why help him?

Perhaps because he was the first person to stand in front of her without reservation.

Perhaps because he was the first person who saw through her composure and noticed her pain.

Perhaps... it was simply instinct.

Sometimes, the heart’s answer does not need logic.

That alone was enough.

For the first time, Prince Kael felt that he could not understand this woman at all.

On ordinary days, she seemed rational, calm, and sharp.

Yet at this moment, the things others valued most—repayment, gain, loss, logic—were worth nothing in her eyes.

"Why... don’t you care?" he asked in a low voice.

"Because," Zora answered gently, "you truly helped me, didn’t you?"

Looking at her soft yet unwavering smile, Prince Kael suddenly felt that the world he had lived in for so many years—so full of schemes, calculations, and power struggles—had never been this complicated before.

"If there is no other question," Zora said lightly, raising her brows, "then I will begin."

"What I must do first is treat the paralysis in your legs."

"As for changing your physique, we still need some extremely rare materials."

"But you should believe this—once your physique changes, your talent will awaken again. You do not need to worry."

Prince Kael nodded slowly.

He knew she was comforting him.

Yet strangely, he believed her without the slightest doubt.

Zora took out her silver needle pouch. Her expression turned solemn, and all the playful ease on her face vanished instantly.

At some point during their conversation, Alder had already retreated far away.

He knew very well that what was about to happen could not tolerate any disturbance.

More importantly, he did not wish to become a third person standing between the two of them.

The apple forest returned to quiet.

Only the pale white figure seated at the stone table and the tall man resting his legs before her remained.

Once all the silver needles were carefully placed upon the necessary acupoints, Zora finally spoke: "The next step will be extremely painful. If you cannot endure it, you may cry out."

Prince Kael met her gaze calmly and nodded.

"I am fine. You may begin directly."

At that moment, Zora’s inner energy surged.

Her right hand swept lightly across the row of silver needles.

In an instant, all the silver needles began to tremble violently.

The moment the silver needles began to tremble, Prince Kael suddenly felt a strange sensation surge up from the depths of his legs.

At first, it was only a faint numbness—Like countless tiny insects crawling beneath his skin, itchy and restless, impossible to scratch.

Yet in that instant, a sharp light burst into his eyes.

For three full years, his legs had been completely dead.

No pain.

No heat.

No sensation at all.

And now... he could feel them again.

The numbness did not last long.

It quickly turned into soreness, then into sharp, piercing pain—as if countless fine needles were being driven into his flesh at the same time.

The pain surged wave after wave, climbing higher and higher, until it reached a level that could easily break an ordinary person’s will.

Yet Prince Kael did not cry out.

His lips remained tightly pressed together.

His breathing stayed steady.

Only the cold sweat that soaked through his forehead and the faint tightening between his brows betrayed how terrifying the pain truly was.

Zora watched him closely.

Admiration quietly rose in her eyes.

This kind of pain—most people would have screamed long ago.

Yet he endured it in silence, without even making a sound.

At the same time, Prince Kael was also watching her.

Fine beads of sweat had appeared on her smooth forehead.

The color had drained from her lips, leaving behind a faint pallor.

Though her movements remained steady, it was clear that this needle technique placed enormous strain upon her as well.

Something stirred quietly in Prince Kael’s heart.

All his life, the people around him had approached him for power, for interests, for calculation. No one ever moved for him without seeking something in return.

Perhaps he had lived too long in such a world.

So long that even he himself had grown used to it.

And yet now—this woman before him was exhausting her strength for his sake, without asking for anything at all.

How could he not be moved?

Time slowly passed.

The pain grew fiercer.

His brows tightened inch by inch, and the veins on the back of his hands gradually surfaced.

"If it hurts," Zora said softly, "you may cry out. I will not laugh at you."

Prince Kael forced out a faint smile.

"Compared to what I’ve endured before," he said calmly, "this is nothing."

Zora did not answer. Her gaze had already fallen upon his legs.

From the place above his knees, a faint ripple of energy began to spread downward—

moving little by little, like invisible waves flowing beneath the skin.

Once that ripple reached the soles of his feet, full sensation would return.

"Master, your cultivation base is not high enough yet—don’t force it!" Black’s anxious voice echoed in her mind. "This needle technique consumes not only mental power but also your spirit energy. You can’t support it for too long!"

"I know," Zora replied calmly.

Her face had already turned pale, but her hand never stopped.

She never intended to completely cure him in one go.

She only wanted to push a little further—to shorten the overall recovery time.

Prince Kael saw the exhaustion in her face.

Suddenly, his hand reached out and caught her wrist.

"That’s enough," he said in a low voice. "You don’t need to force yourself."

Zora looked up and met his gaze.

The concern and tension in those deep, sea-like eyes were impossible to hide.

Her heart softened slightly.

Without another word, she slowly withdrew the silver needles one by one, then closed the needle pouch.

"Come every day from now on," she said. "After about seven days, the paralysis in your legs will be completely resolved."

"Good," Prince Kael replied without hesitation.

"I’m going back to rest," Zora said as she turned around.

The strain on her body was far greater than it looked. Though she clearly understood the method, her current strength was nowhere near what it had been in her previous life.

She had pushed herself quite hard this time.

But just as she took a step—Prince Kael suddenly pulled her into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Zora frowned.

"I’ll take you back to your room," he said simply.

"I’m not that weak."

"Don’t move," Prince Kael said firmly. "I’ll take you back."

His tone was steady, unquestionable.

Zora looked up and met his gaze.

In those deep eyes, she clearly saw seriousness...

And unmistakable concern.

She sighed helplessly in her heart.

This man—once he decided on something, there was truly no talking him out of it.