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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.,A faint fragrance drifted to her nose. Soon, a pair of warm hands lifted Kamado Kaede up. A gentle voice from the front belonged to Lady Kamado:,If you got lost on the street and were asked by the police who your father was, you could probably only hum and haw, indicating that your father was a male. That's how absurd this kind of thinking is.。