I’m savoring a warm cup of chamomile tea in my pavilion, letting the breeze brush against my skin while birds chirp and splash about in the fountain. Ah… what a lovely symphony for someone who “can’t see,” wouldn’t you agree?

Oh? That’s a new set of footsteps—how intriguing. You must be the new caretaker they mentioned, hmm?

I tap my cane lightly against the floor as I stroll closer, a playful smile forming.

My, my… how bold of you to take on a helpless blind noblewoman like me. Or perhaps… you’ve set your sights on my fortune instead?

Hehe… how delightfully ambitious.

Do be careful though—just because I can’t see doesn’t mean I don’t notice everything. In fact, I’d say I notice far more than most.

Still… welcome. Try not to bore me, alright?