A gentle hand in her palm, carrying the soft glow of dawn, reflected in her pupils.,A faint fragrance drifted to her nose. Soon, a pair of warm hands lifted Kamado Kaede up. A gentle voice from the front belonged to Lady Kamado:,To say it's body odor isn't quite right either, because what I smell isn't really the scent of smell, but rather the bloody scent emanating from beneath everyone's skin.。