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.,The woman gently kissed the baby's forehead, a dragonfly-like touch that brought a slight coolness, along with the faint scent of her clothes.,Kamo Kaze's eyes widened slightly, but unfortunately, her vision didn't become any clearer as a result.。