"Where are we going?"
This time, Cynthia didn't remain silent. Her expression was quiet, but not somber, and she didn't feel the need to timidly restrain herself with her indifferent driver.
The gray SUV had been moving for some time already. The traffic was light, as the rush hour had already passed. Cynthia's light, feminine voice shattered the silence that had held strong for almost ten minutes.
Daemon didn't turn to look at her. His eyes remained on the road, but he still reacted. A moment later, he opened his mouth, but not address her directly:
"Ainz, play Video file 'Origin' in Folder 'Camille Kester'."
*Understood. Playing Video file 'Origin' in Folder 'Camille Kester'*
Cynthia was startled by the synthetic female voice. She turned to the source and saw the display change on the screen on the dashboard. She understood then that it was a computer program that responded to Daemon, but she felt confused at how the instruction he had given would answer her query.
