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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.,Wait, wait a minute, I'm still here. What are you doing in front of the children!,Unconsciously, the maids' footsteps grew clearer and their mother's scent more intense. The skin under scrutiny felt a flush of heat... Her senses sharpened, her mind slowly piecing together the scene before her through these subtle clues.。