Chapter 1

this be... what they call a golden fingerCould it be that she truly is some kind of chosen oneCould it be that she suddenly got her hands on some overpowered protagonist script!Kamaki Kaede's heart wa...After the accidental death of the only heir to the Kamo family, it has been three years since then. Finally, the Kamo family welcomes another legitimate heir.

Since her pregnancy, Mrs. Kamo has become the focal point of protection for the entire family. As a member of the Gyokuro family, this is the highest honor she has received since birth.

But it is obvious that what everyone cares about is not the status of Kamago no haha as the official wife, but the child in her womb who is highly anticipated.

Unlike the Gojo family with their [Six Eyes] or the Zenin clan with numerous talented descendants, the Kamado family lacks outstanding heirs and techniques that rival the other two. They occupy a spot among the Three Great Families as if they were just filling a quota.

They are at the bottom of the food chain in the high echelons of sorcery. They can only cling to their current positions by consuming the vast resources of their powerful families.

The birth of the Six Eyes of the Gojo clan happened recently. Now, it's crucial whether the Gojo family can surpass the Zenin clan and give birth to a child with the family's special technique first.

After all, the combination of a sparse population and mediocre techniques is deadly in this decaying academy.

During her pregnancy, Lady Kamado heard the most frequently uttered phrase: "You must give birth to a legitimate son who possesses the [Crimson Blood Arts]."

The two characters "direct son" were always pronounced with more emphasis, carrying an undeniable tone.

Haha, you have to know that the "Gyokuro Three Families" are remnants of feudalism from a bygone era. Women's status wasn't very high, they were practically not allowed to eat at the table!

Of course, a woman who has awakened her abilities and possesses some fighting power would have it slightly better. However, sorceresses are not common cabbages that grow everywhere. Most people remain like Mrs. Kamo, trapped in the backyard, existing solely as breeding machines.

It was a very ordinary afternoon on the day of its birth, neither rainy nor windy.

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.

The family members anxiously waited outside the delivery room, until the midwife came out with little joy. The expectant expressions on everyone's faces instantly fell by half.

As expected, the midwife said, "Congratulations, madam and young lady are safe."

The head of the house remained silent, showing little disappointment but certainly not much joy either.

He strode in, cast a glance at the child swaddled in cloth. Unlike newborns who cried incessantly from birth, this infant was unnervingly quiet. Under his pale skin, purple veins were visible, making him seem especially fragile.

Anemia

The head of the household said to himself in jest, but he didn't find it very amusing.

The heir of the Kamo clan, known for her crimson blood art, is anemic What a black comedy.

He glanced out the window at the maple leaves, burning red like flames, as alluring and scorching as the techniques most desired by the Kamo clan. He turned his head away without a word.

"Maple."

"Kamado Kaede," the head of the household declared, effectively finalizing the child's name.

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Kamo Kaede opened her eyes in the cradle. Her white eyes, with a hint of gray, looked somewhat vacant.

It seems she is not only an unexpected girl, but also a disabled child who has almost completely lost her sight.

The scene before her was darkness, with only a small patch in front of her that could be sensed by light, just like her current situation.

Since the day he abandoned his name, the head of the Kamemoto clan never set foot here again, making no attempt to hide his disdain for his newborn daughter.

Lady Kamo seemed somewhat despondent, but perhaps the loss of a child and already holding the position of legal wife had made her less concerned about any imperfections her daughter might have. Instead, she held her in high regard.

Of course, these maple trees don't care either. Her current worries mainly lie in her inability to go to the bathroom on her own, so she often has to be stripped of her pants and have diapers changed, which is quite embarrassing for her.

After all, she's not really a baby who needs taking care of.

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.

Although I wouldn't say it outright, I'm not entirely satisfied with my current state.

First and foremost, there is this frail body that causes discomfort.

Newborn babies are very weak, but Kamado Kaede's condition was even worse. Born frail and thin, she had weak limbs and her respiratory tract seemed blocked. Even the most basic act of breathing required a great deal of effort.

If it weren't for her status as a legitimate heir, granting her access to excellent medical resources, she would have likely been abandoned by the tribe at birth. She wouldn't have survived even a few days longer before passing away again.

But luckily, Mrs. Kamo was very attentive. Besides the daily necessities of eating and sleeping, she spent most of her time accompanying Kamo Kaede, carefully cleaning her mouth and nose, cutting off any possibility of accidents happening to her.

"My Feng, I truly hope you never grow up."

Mrs. Kama's voice was soft and soothing, like the gentle flow of water on a summer day.

"

Don't grow up, stay by my side forever.

"

No child who has grown up will be trapped as a marriage partner in the same muddy backyard. This is the greatest blessing that mothers from the three noble families wish for their children.

The woman gently kissed the baby's forehead, a dragonfly-like touch that brought a slight coolness, along with the faint scent of her clothes.

Such a close distance allowed Kamo Kaede to see her mother's face for the first time.

Hair as fiery red as pomegranate blossoms cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes were the same brilliant crimson as her locks. Yet, there was no arrogance or flamboyance to match their color. Instead, they resembled a lake rippling in the wind.

Stunning, but reserved.

Kamo Kaze's eyes widened slightly, but unfortunately, her vision didn't become any clearer as a result.

She instinctively reached out her hand, trying to grasp the fleeting image.

Her warm hand clasped his, and a smile bloomed on her face more radiant than any hibiscus flower.

At least my new mom is a beautiful woman. I have no complaints about her.

Darkness fell again, and Kamo Kaede grabbed onto the other person's fingers.

A gentle hand in her palm, carrying the soft glow of dawn, reflected in her pupils.

As a baby, the first three months are the most difficult. Aside from health concerns, the biggest issue is still those underdeveloped eyes born with them.

A normal child can use sight from birth, sensing the world in the most direct way possible.

And Kamo Kaede could barely see anything, plus the monotonous life of an infant, besides being tedious and difficult to endure, was also a kind of mental oppression.

A strange world, a strange environment, and strangers.... Every single thing is testing her limits of patience.

At the beginning, she could only try to shrink into a ball as much as possible, or hold onto the crib railing tightly, providing herself with a sense of security in this helpless way.

But later, the rationality of an adult prevailed over that fragility.

The pain caused by double vision is not only in the eyes hurting, but also the fear of being surrounded by darkness and the unknown. In order to analyze the surrounding situation as much as possible, Kamado Maple has to use all means to gather information.

Sound, smell, temperature, breath...... anything that can feedback the surrounding situation will become one's "eyes".

For example, the sound of sandals hitting the ground, the friction of clothes rubbing against fabric, and the temperature and humidity in the air.

Among them, her most sensitive sense is smell.

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:

"Did you sleep well last night, Feng"

Kamamo Megumi reached out towards the source of the scent, grabbing the other person's collar in response.

As expected, this is the taste of Mrs. Kamada.

Kamo Kaede thought.

Different creatures have different smells, some strong and some faint. This also helps her to distinguish things around her very well.

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.

To put it abstractly, each blood has its own unique characteristic. For example, Lady Kamemo's blood smells delicately fragrant, while the maids' blood is more common. Some have the scent of fermented fish, some are sweet, and others smell like dry wood.

Is it because babies are more sensitive to these things, or is it because I am special

Kamo Kaede couldn't think too much. The fishy, rancid taste of goat milk filled her palate, and she was force-fed half a bottle of powdered milk by the maids.

A nauseating stench filled the air, and Kamo Kaede gritted her teeth desperately, but in the end, she couldn't hold it back. She gagged and vomited out the milk she had just drank.

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.

Mrs. Kamo also doted on her only child, fearing that her fragile daughter might have an accident. Every night before she went to sleep, she would hold her daughter close and fall asleep together.

So even if the commoners had something to report, they would try their best to knock lightly on the door, avoiding waking the fragile young mistress.

But that day, a maidservant pounded on the door in a panic in the middle of the night, not at all avoiding the fact that there was a restless baby inside. Lady Kama also got up in a hurry, not even having time to change her clothes, when a series of footsteps suddenly appeared outside the door.

Accompanied by a bitter taste, an indescribable stench suddenly invaded Kamo Kaede's nostrils.

Unlike anything I've ever smelled before, it was like vomit with rotting sashimi. It just felt unsettling in a way I can't describe.

What a horrible smell, is something rotting

Kamo Kaze was so disgusted that she wanted to vomit, uncomfortably shaking her head.

Not far away, Madame Kama's voice was laced with obvious panic: "Master of the House..."

The head of the Kameya family... isn't that his own father

Kamo Kaede was taken aback.

To be honest, from birth to now, she has completely ignored the important figure of "father."

Perhaps because there was nothing like this in her past life, even if she lived again, she didn't care about this role at all, even finding it unnecessary.

After all, he had never come to visit his own daughter. In his subconscious, he seemed to have already written this gentleman off as dead.

Kamo Kaede was still pondering when he heard a soft voice from beside him come to an abrupt halt, followed by a whispered, ambiguous sound, so thick that one could almost imagine the woman's crimson lips being blocked.

Kamo Kaede was stunned for a moment before she could react.

Wait, wait a minute, I'm still here. What are you doing in front of the children!

Ugh, even though I've never been in a relationship before, I know this feeling. What should I do How should I handle this! I don't want to just watch my parents have their own love story unfold right here!

Kamo Kaede thought about it for a long time, but ultimately had no choice but to yell out twice, pretending to be woken up.

Kama's breath caught in her throat, she recovered quickly and immediately pleaded, "Head of the House, the child is still..."

Kamo's head of the household remained silent. Shortly after, a maidservant rushed in and picked up Kamo Kaede, quickly carrying her out of the room.

As he passed by the entrance, the stench became more pungent, almost completely filling Kameo Kaede's heart and lungs. It was like having a cloth stuffed in his nose and mouth, domineeringly driving away the scent of everyone else.

Now she was sure, these foul smells definitely came from her own father—the head of the Kameo clan.

The next day, when Kamo Kaede woke up, the smelly male owner had already left. Mrs. Kamo carried her back to the bedroom and, as usual, hummed a lullaby while holding her little daughter in her arms.

But today, her scent was no longer simply pure and light. It was tainted with the Master of Kama's smell—that nauseating stench. Even a faint trace of it made Kamado Kaede want to cry.

No! Don't cry, this is your own mother, she's a beautiful woman, just bear with it.

What's wrong with being beautiful A beautiful woman never makes mistakes!

Kamo Kaede held her breath and bit her finger with tears in her eyes.

From that day onwards, the head of the Kameo household, like a newly unlocked character in the game, would occasionally come over to play some human games. At such times, the maidservants would skillfully lead away Kameo Kaede, leaving space for the two masters.

However, he never came to visit him on purpose.

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.

Therefore, until he was a few years old, Kamo Kaede had no idea what his biological father looked like.

If you got lost on the street and were asked by the police who your father was, you could probably only hum and haw, indicating that your father was a male. That's how absurd this kind of thinking is.

However, it seemed he was still quite fond of his wife. Aside from the occasional pastry gifts, the frequency of his nighttime visits could be a telltale sign... Well, those details don't matter much anyway. Kamo Kaede gradually grew accustomed to the head of household occasionally dropping by and disrupting her quality sleep.

It's alright, a mother being favored by the head of the household isn't a bad thing. At least in this place, it's a sign of status and honor.

Although he didn't love her like a darling daughter.

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.

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.

Kamo Kaede calls this ability of hers "Construction." Though for now she can only construct the images of things right around her, maybe in two years she'll be able to recreate an entire room.

Then, even without vision, it shouldn't make much of a difference, right

Could this be... what they call a golden finger

Could it be that she truly is some kind of chosen one

Could it be that she suddenly got her hands on some overpowered protagonist script!

Kamaki Kaede's heart was slightly excited. Well, although she was already an adult who had been smoothed by life, if someone really gave her a "dragon-crossing the heavens" script, she wouldn't mind agreeing to it.

She had already figured out the plot of the future. She would one day pick up some ancient artifact, inside which was sealed the soul of a powerful being from a thousand years ago. The two of them would form a symbiotic relationship for some reason, and they would then enter some academy, having a beautiful female friend and reliable brothers...

Kamo Kaede lived her days with such beautiful fantasies, until one day she overheard the maids chatting amongst themselves.

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