The head of the house remained silent, showing little disappointment but certainly not much joy either.,For example, the sound of sandals hitting the ground, the friction of clothes rubbing against fabric, and the temperature and humidity in the air.,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.。