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.,Around six months old, Kamo Kaede had already adapted to her new body thanks to her tenacious willpower. She could eat and drink, no longer weak to the point where her limbs wouldn't obey.,Kamo Kaede felt speechless. No, to be more precise, not even a visit was made on purpose, let alone taking the time to see his only legitimate daughter when seeking out Kamo-jo.。