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.,As for memories of her past life, Kazama Kaede could remember most of it. However, since she was well past the age of passion, she didn't have any particular thoughts about the plot of transmigration that only appeared in novels.,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.。