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.,Now she was sure, these foul smells definitely came from her own father—the head of the Kameo clan.,Kamaki Kaede's heart was slightly excited. Well, although she was already an adult who had been smoothed by life, if someone really gave her a "dragon-crossing the heavens" script, she wouldn't mind agreeing to it.。