I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 340 - 336 – A Quiet Week

One week passed like a gentle breeze in Nocturne.

The city of death remained peaceful, as if the fusion of worlds that shook the entire planet had never touched it. Within the pitch-black walls now reinforced with elven magic layers and modern radar technology, various races lived side by side without significant friction. Human survivors from the old Earth chatted casually with refugee elves at the market, dwarf blacksmiths helped tame orcs repair hybrid magic-powered horse carriages, mixed-race children half-human half-elf, half-orc half-dwarf played in the city park without caring about their blood differences. The fertile corpse fields yielded abundant harvests, merchants exported fruits to nearby small towns, and undead guards patrolled calmly, their pitch-black eyes radiating an aura of absolute security.

Nocturne was no longer just a fortress city. It had become a kingdom, but a truly different one. There was no king or queen ruling with an iron fist; Sylvia never issued grand decrees or demanded tribute. Her system was simple yet powerful: absolute freedom as long as it didn’t disturb the city’s balance, voluntary devotion to the queen as a symbol of unity, and one unbreakable rule: do not hate each other. Many races chose to stay in Nocturne even after their original kingdoms had been reestablished. They felt freer here, safer, more... like home.

However, outside of Nocturne, the new world was far from beautiful.

Humans from the old Earth who survived the apocalypse and mutated possessing superpowers such as rapid regeneration, extraordinary physical strength, or residual radiation elemental abilities began clashing with humans from the fantasy world who arrived with the new planet. Old Earth humans relied on modified modern firearms, anti-magic armor from leftover labs, and mutations. Fantasy world humans relied on elemental magic, enchanted swords, and ancient healing spells. Small conflicts started breaking out along the borders of the new continent: old Earth human villages were accused of seizing sacred elf land, magic cities were attacked for being "too arrogant" by mutant groups. The news spread quickly through surviving Earth radios and magical messenger birds, creating ever-thickening tension.

But none of that concerned Sylvia.

She was relaxing in the black castle garden, sitting in a beautifully carved blackwood rocking chair, holding a warm cup of black rose tea. Before her stretched a vast garden that had become even greener after undead trees merged with magical plants from the other world; black roses bloomed alongside giant sunflowers that glowed softly. The little treant sat in her lap, its leaves swaying gently while basking in the new sunlight, occasionally making a soft "nyam... nyam..." sound as it absorbed nutrients from the soil.

On the small table beside her lay a stack of open reports. Sylvia read them calmly, her pitch-black eyes scanning line by line. The latest report from Zark: the discovery of a new mineral in the northeastern mountains, pure mythril ore, perfectly suited for hybrid weapons and armor. The site was being handled by high-level earth-element undead zombies with rocky skin and shovel-like giant hands, working together with expert dwarf miners. They had already begun building a temporary mine, and early results were promising: enough to strengthen Nocturne’s defenses for many years to come.

Sylvia took a slow sip of her tea, feeling the warmth flow into a body that didn’t actually need it. She almost gave a small smile. Zark really is efficient.

Suddenly, a pair of soft arms embraced her from behind.

Sofia.

Her golden hair fell over Sylvia’s shoulder, her twelve wings neatly folded but their tips gently brushing the queen’s back. Sofia rested her chin on Sylvia’s shoulder, her voice soft and filled with concern.

"I’m worried," she whispered.

Sylvia set down her teacup and raised a hand to touch Sofia’s arm. "About what?"

Sofia sighed quietly. "The humans... they’re starting to fight out there. Old Earth humans and fantasy world humans. The merchants who came this morning brought news of a small clash at the southern border. Mutants attacked a wizard village because they were considered ’too arrogant.’ The wizards retaliated with fire magic. There were already casualties."

Sylvia remained silent for a moment, her eyes gazing into the distance toward Nocturne’s peaceful horizon. "That has nothing to do with us."

Sofia tightened her embrace slightly. "But they’re humans. No matter what... I have a soft heart. I don’t want to see them killing each other just because of differences."

Sylvia slowly turned her body, causing Sofia to now sit in her lap. The little treant hopped to the side, its leaves swaying happily at the sight of the two of them. Sylvia looked calmly into Sofia’s blue eyes.

"In Nocturne, they live in peace," she said softly. "Old Earth humans and fantasy world humans live together here. They help each other. That’s what matters." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Sofia nodded slowly, though the worry in her eyes hadn’t disappeared. "I know... but out there..."

Sylvia touched Sofia’s cheek with cold fingers. "If they bring war here, I will stop it. But as long as they don’t disturb Nocturne, let them learn on their own."

Sofia gave a small smile, then gently kissed Sylvia’s cheek. "You’re always like this... cold but fair."

Sylvia didn’t reply, only pulling Sofia closer, letting the girl rest fully against her chest. The little treant climbed back into their laps, settling between them, its leaves touching both like a tiny hug.

In the distance, the sounds of the city could be faintly heard, children’s laughter, dwarven hammering, elven singing at the market. Nocturne remained peaceful, like a small fortress in the middle of the new world’s storm.

And Sylvia, with Sofia in her arms, simply enjoyed the moment.

Fortunately, in Nocturne, humans from both Earth and the fantasy world continued to help one another. Mutant merchants bought potions from elven mages, orcs taught human children how to fight with axes, dwarves enhanced human firearms with strengthening magic. They lived together, serving as a small example that the new world could be peaceful if people wanted it to be.

But outside, the disputes were growing.

And Sylvia knew, sooner or later, she would have to intervene.

But for now, she simply enjoyed her warm tea, Sofia in her embrace, and the little treant sleeping in her lap.

....

That afternoon, as the sun began tilting westward and faint blue auroras appeared on the eastern horizon, Sylvia remained seated in the castle garden. Her teacup was already empty, but she made no move to refill it. Sofia stayed in her lap, the girl’s head resting against Sylvia’s chest, her twelve wings folded neatly like a warm blanket. The little treant had fallen back into a deep sleep, its tiny roots anchored in the soil beside the rocking chair, leaves swaying gently as if breathing in rhythm with the wind.

Sylvia gazed into the distance, toward the city walls faintly visible from the castle garden. There, Nocturne continued to pulse with life the faint sound of mixed-race children laughing, dwarven hammering, and elven songs as they closed their market stalls. The city was like a small island amidst the ocean of chaos in the new world. Outside, disputes between old Earth humans and fantasy humans were escalating, but here... everything was peaceful.

Sofia sighed softly, her voice almost inaudible. "I can’t stop thinking about them... the humans who are fighting. They don’t realize what they’re doing. If a great war breaks out, how many will die in vain?"

Sylvia didn’t answer immediately. Her cold hand slowly combed through Sofia’s golden hair in gentle strokes. "They’ve always fought. Since forever. Mutations, magic, weapons, they’re just new tools for old reasons."

Sofia lifted her head, her blue eyes looking at Sylvia with a mixture of sadness and hope. "But in Nocturne... they’re not like that. Here, mutants help elves repair houses, mages teach human children simple spells, orcs share food with dwarves. Why can’t it be like this everywhere?"

Sylvia paused for a moment. Her pitch-black eyes looked toward the horizon, where thin smoke was beginning to rise from the distant border perhaps from the small clash Sofia had heard about from the merchants. "Because out there, there is no queen they fear," she answered quietly. "Here, they know I’m watching. They know if they disturb the balance, I will come. That’s enough to maintain peace."

Sofia gave a small smile, though some worry still lingered in her eyes. "So... you really won’t intervene?"

Sylvia shook her head slowly. "Not yet. Let them learn on their own. If they bring war to Nocturne, or if the casualties become too great... only then will I act."

The little treant mumbled in its sleep, its leaves swaying as if in agreement. Sofia sighed again, then snuggled closer. "I just... I don’t want to see any more death. Too many have already died during the apocalypse and the fusion."

Sylvia didn’t reply with words. She simply pulled Sofia closer, letting the girl lean completely against her. A thin Death Flame pulsed gently across her body, like an unspoken embrace. For a moment, the feared queen of death was no longer a terrifying figure; she was simply Sylvia, holding Sofia like her most precious treasure.

In the distance, Zark appeared at the garden gate, carrying a new scroll of reports. He stopped several steps away and bowed respectfully without disturbing them. Sylvia gave him a small nod, signaling him to approach.

Zark came closer slowly, his voice hoarse but filled with respect. "My Queen, additional report from the mythril mine. Today’s production exceeded the target by 20%. The dwarves and earth-element zombies are working well together. They also discovered a new vein containing blue crystals suitable as a new energy source."

Sylvia took the scroll without releasing her hold on Sofia. "Good. Give them extra supplies from the corpse fields. Make sure they don’t run short."

Zark bowed again. "Already done, My Queen. And... news from the southern border. This morning’s small clash has subsided. Both sides retreated after hearing Nocturne’s name mentioned. They fear you will intervene."

Sylvia nodded slowly. "Good. Let that fear work for us."

Zark withdrew respectfully, leaving the two of them once more. Sofia looked at Sylvia with sparkling eyes. "See? Even without you acting directly, your name alone is enough to preserve peace."

Sylvia gave a faint smile the kind she reserved only for Sofia. "That’s enough... for now."

They fell silent again, enjoying the peaceful afternoon. The little treant murmured in its sleep, its leaves brushing Sofia’s hand like a thank you. Around them, the castle garden breathed gently black roses bloomed wider, as if responding to the presence of their queen.