65 Chapter 64. (1/2)

Finally at the bottom of the staircase, we were lead to another door. This door was much unlike any other door I had seen since coming here. I started to wonder if doors were a gimmick in this place as this particular door had a human face inscribed on it.

It was so lifelike I started to question if it was a real face.

No, really, it even blinked a few times.

”Stop! To pass this point, one must answer the security question.”

Are you serious? Security question? Did I forget my online banking password or something?

I looked the guard in the eyes and he just nodded to confirm my suspicions.

My confidence in that little girl becoming someone great one day only increased further.

”Husband, isn't that little girl too clever and cute? I hope our daughter is as adorable as her in the future.”

I truly felt appalled by my wife who couldn't understand other people's pain.

”Do we really have to do this again?”

”Haaaaah. Do you think I like asking these stupid questions everytime? It's my job though. I get paid for this.”

”Fine. Hurry up, ask your stupid question.”

It looked like the guard and the face on the door were well acquainted with each other.

”What rhymes with orange?”

”Oi. Are you messing with us? Everyone knows nothing rhymes perfectly with that!”

”Sorry. There's nothing I can do about it. This was the question she came up with today.”

”Are you telling me we will need to wait until midnight when the question resets?”

Eh? The question resets daily? Isn't that a pain in the ass?

It was at this moment, I felt like I needed to step up and solve the poor guard's misconception of it being unrhymable.

I really felt bad for the guy when I saw him tremble and on the verge of collapse. It looks like he had suffered on many occasions thanks to the director's daughter.

I put on the air of a refined master and with distance eyes while looking off into the distance I said with an ancient sounding tone of voice, ”sporange.”

”...”

The guard thought I was making things up and had an outburst.

”What the hell? Are you trying to mess with us? Sporange? What the hell is that?! Are you just making words up now?”

Of course I said without sending him a single glance and I said absentmindedly, ”it is a part of the reproductive system of certain sporing plants.”

That advanced placement biology class I took in high school really paid off. Thanks to it, I realized the false misconception that it was not perfectly rhymable with any other word.

At least that's what I like to tell myself. The truth is, I just searched it up on the web one day in high school when someone first told me nothing rhymed perfectly with orange.

”He's… correct. You may pass.”

When the guard heard the word of the face on the door he stared at me wide eyed. I could see there was deep admiration in his eyes.

Of course you must admire one as great as I. I am a distanced master with an almighty wife, it is a matter of fact for you to worship me.

He wordlessly bowed in my direction before he walked towards the door and opened it up.

”Tch. The scammer is still scamming.”

There was of course a certain bimbo who couldn't understand my greatness though.

When the door opened up, behind it was a man sitting on a chair attached to the back of door. His face was resting on a hole made in the door.

Everyone squeezed through the small gap between the back of the chair and the door frame.

That five year old is really going to be great one day.

Is this not just modern slavery?

Well he is getting paid at least.

Nobody said anything and everyone just acted like they saw nothing.

The three stooges were giggling though.

We walked down a narrow passageway and when we reached the end, what came into view was a fork in the path which branched off to the right and left.

The guard took out his phone again. I was curious, so I walked over to him and looked over his shoulder.

I saw as he clicked on an app called ”G*ogle Maps (dungeon maze version).”

When I looked up into his eyes I saw the blatant despair deep within.

”You've got it hard my friend.”

He broke down into tears so I pat his back and said, ”it's okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

”Do you know how tiring it is? Do you?! That brat is driving me crazy! The director who dotes on her and complies to any of her wishes, do you have any idea how many times I have dreamt of slapping them silly?”

”You're doing your best. Don't worry, I'm sure all the prisoners appreciate your effort.”

It seems his harsh behaviour was because he had his own troubles. He just wanted to vent the frustrations deep within his heart.

”Really? Are you really sure they understand?”

”Yes. I understand your pain my friend.”

”You're not a bad guy. What's your name?”

”My name is San. Just San.”

”Well San, my name here is Bob. Just Bob.”

I felt a bit confused when I heard that. When I looked at him, I suddenly understood.

”You don't need to ask. Of course it was that brat's idea.”

I know I've said it many times already, but that kid is definitely going to be someone great.

I asked no more and he lead the way for us. He took us deep within the maze where we came across a red table with an old lady in a red robe with a red crystal ball.

The guard stared at the old lady with dead fish eyes and tried to just walk right past her without a single word.

The old lady grabbed his hand and said, ”don't act like I don't exist! This is my job!”

”I saw nothing. You don't exist.”

”Brat, sit your butt down and accept my divination.”

The guard begrudgingly sat down on the chair opposite to the old woman who played the role of a fortune teller.

”To pass this point you must solve a riddle.”

”What are you talking about? The map says it's that way.”

”The map is a liar.”

”What are you talking about you old hag? It has never been wrong before!”

”Well, the young miss decided the maze was too boring and made a few changes recently.”

”Ugh.”

”I don't get paid enough for this crap. Hurry up and get it over with already. What's the stupid riddle?”

”I turn polar bears white

And I will make you cry

I make guys have to pee...”

Before she could finish I interrupted and said, ”the answer is time.”

”What?! You brat! How can you know the answer before I finish the riddle?!”

Of course I couldn't answer and tell her I was asked this riddle in kindergarten, so I just stood there with deep eyes like I was one who had withstood the vicissitudes of life and corrosion of time.

””Tch. Poser trying to act cool.””

It looked like the bimbo found a comrade in the old woman.