"The sea from late spring to early autumn is a gentle maiden by the lakeside. She wears a quiet, shy smile, silently offering an invitation. She will let you hold her, let you brazenly stretch out your claws and explore every corner of the beautiful coast... But if you miss that time and come to the tail end of autumn..."
"The gentle maiden by the lakeside will, without the slightest warning, suddenly transform into a heartless ice-and-snow Windego! She will shoot out biting cold winds and ice arrows, freezing you and your ship into blocks of ice. Then she will take her claws that brandish thunder, and tear you apart from head to toe, bit by bit, and eat you!..."
Scholar Miki's expression was solemn as he recited the inherited poem of the Cedar Shaman, and relayed the other man's warning as well.
"So, Explorers heading north, seize the time! Because now is the best time, and also the last. If you delay any longer, you will have to wait another year!..."
"Huh? A gentle maiden by the lakeside, a heartless ice-and-snow demoness?"
Exploration Captain Zuwaro frowned, and at once had a bad guess. On the whole journey north, sailing along the western coast had been slow, but it had always been very calm. Could it be that this was not the true face of this coast?
"Miki, explain it clearly! We need to make full preparations for our exploration. What exactly is this Miwok People's inherited poem talking about?"
"The Main God bears witness! Simply put, the climate of the west coast is completely different from the Kingdom's, even the exact opposite."
Scholar Miki stroked his chin. In his eyes was the focus of thought, and the gleam of wisdom.
"Here, April to October is warm and dry, the