The maple leaves in November burned like fire, a crimson so intense it was almost painful, much like the blood-stained gown of Lady Kamo.,Wait, wait a minute, I'm still here. What are you doing in front of the children!,But today, her scent was no longer simply pure and light. It was tainted with the Master of Kama's smell—that nauseating stench. Even a faint trace of it made Kamado Kaede want to cry.。