After dealing with the statue, a large door indeed appeared at the end of the hall.
Aventurine looked over and smiled faintly.
"As expected, this is the correct answer."
Dr. Ratio sounded somewhat helpless.
"What a magnificent puzzle. How about I give you my chance to join the Genius Society?"
"Really?" Aventurine looked at Dr. Ratio.
"I thought you'd let that go long ago."
Dr. Ratio folded his arms.
"It was a damn joke. Could you really not tell?"
The two continued down the corridor.
They arrived at another grand hall.
At the center of the hall stood a massive miniature model of a town made of building blocks.
"This place is certainly lavish."
Aventurine surveyed the luxurious furnishings around them.
"It seems Mr. Sunday had no intention of cultivating an image of incorruptibility for himself."
"Tell me, could he really be a corrupt official?"
Dr. Ratio glanced around blandly.
"Do I need to remind you that this is a dream?"
"No matter how extravagant this mansion's decorations are, they won't affect Penacony in the slightest."
"Stop picking at the Family over such pointless things."
Aventurine nodded.
"Mm, you're right."
"The Family's only weakness is [Death]. Sunday must think so too. Let's move on."
After circling around the hall's furnishings, the two arrived before the door at the far end.
Dr. Ratio tried to open it, then said helplessly,
"...Wait."
"What, wrong door?" Aventurine asked from behind him.
"Not the wrong door." Dr. Ratio stared at the door before him and said helplessly,
"But this door is locked."
"..."
Aventurine could not help speaking up.
"Friend, did you really make an appointment with him?"
"..."
Dr. Ratio thought for a moment and reached a conclusion.
"It seems this is a test."
"Before the formal conversation, you must first prove your