Nikolai furrowed his brow. Since he hadn’t been briefed on recent events, he couldn’t follow the conversation.

“What is this ‘spring’ you’re talking about?” he asked.

Vanilla glanced beyond the collapsed dirt.

Route 3 had originally been a dead end blocked by piles of dirt, but upon closer inspection, a hole had been dug near the top, revealing the path beyond.

It meant the dirt blocking the way wasn’t too thick, making it easier to dig through compared to Route 8.

“We don’t know yet. Everyone’s been curious about what the spring is. I should hurry back and report this to Miss Sinclair.”

“And the path to the capital is…?” Nikolai hesitated, glancing at Route 8 with a troubled expression.