The two characters "direct son" were always pronounced with more emphasis, carrying an undeniable tone.,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.,Kamado Kaede lay effortlessly on her bed, a position she had mostly maintained since being reborn as an infant. In the mundane days that followed, she would strive to experience everything beyond sight, immersing herself in the world through her other senses.。