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.,Is it because babies are more sensitive to these things, or is it because I am special,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.。