I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 147 – Return Once More

The gray morning in Nocture was no different than the days before except for those gathered in the central office atop the main tower of the castle. Inside, an unusual silence and tension filled the room shared by four people: Sylvia, Sofia, Zark, and Celes.

On the large black stone table, stacks of documents and maps lay sprawled. Some showed Nocture’s territorial growth, others listed logistics and assignments for the next one to two months. But all of that was just background. Today’s focus was... a farewell. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Sylvia stood tall before her three most trusted people, clad in a black gown. Beside her, Celes wore a modified version of her old uniform lighter, more streamlined. Her expression was calm, but her eyes brimmed with calculation.

"Starting today," Sylvia said softly but firmly, "I will be leaving for a while. Another world is calling... and I need to make sure that call doesn’t bring disaster to this one."

Sofia stared at her for a long moment, saying nothing. Zark, arms crossed and eyes sharp, was the first to speak.

"You’re sure this isn’t a trap? Another world suddenly opening a gate and asking you to become a Demon King... sounds like a cheap stage play."

"Precisely because it’s cheap and suspicious, I have to go," Sylvia replied. "And if there truly is rot festering over there... then we may treat it as territorial expansion."

Sofia finally spoke, her voice soft but steady.

"I’ve set up an emergency governance system. If anything happens here, we can summon aid from the outer settlements. Zark will manage the defenses, and I’ll protect Nocture."

Sylvia turned to her lover and gave a small nod.

"Thank you..."

Before the moment could grow too emotional, the air in the room shifted again this time warmer than the day before, like spring slipping into the office.

And in the midst of that gentle vibration, the green-haired woman from yesterday appeared. She said nothing, only looked at Sylvia and Celes, then slowly raised her hand.

There was no burst of magic, no explosion just a single second of light. And Sylvia and Celes vanished, swallowed by the morning glow.

They reappeared amidst a breeze carrying the scent of damp earth.

The place they stood was the courtyard of an old castle. Perched on highlands shrouded in mist, most of the structure was overgrown with vines and roots. Though still standing strong, the passage of time was evident cracked windows, a half-collapsed great door, and guardian statues missing their heads.

"Welcome," said the world’s avatar from behind them. "This is the last castle still holding ancient magic. We’ve preserved it... for you."

Sylvia surveyed the surroundings.

"This castle is empty."

"For now," the avatar replied. "But your power... is enough to bring it back to life."

Celes had already begun unpacking her tools, scanning the structure and its magical network.

"Structure’s solid. Magical architecture... ancient but integrated. If reactivated, this place could become an impenetrable fortress."

Sylvia descended the stairs into the inner courtyard, her steps firm. Each step was met by unheard whispers carried on the air. This world... knew her. Or perhaps... feared her.

"I want this castle operational in two days," she declared. "We need soldiers, laborers, and scouts."

Celes looked at her.

"It’s just the two of us, you know."

"Precisely," Sylvia smiled. "We only need one signal."

Closing her eyes, Sylvia raised her hand to the sky. She focused her thoughts, piercing the dimensional veil, tracing the unseen web that connected her to something or rather, to those left behind.

The Dungeon Tower of Zombie.

That place was once built to contain them the zombies of this world, accidentally created from Sylvia’s undead poison that had once devastated half the population. But one bond always remained...

Their queen.

"I am here," Sylvia whispered in her mind. "Come."

The response was immediate.

The ground began to tremble. Slight at first, like the breathing of the underworld, but quickly growing. The sound of bones cracking and dark whispers echoed from deep beneath. Then—

BOOM.

To the north of the castle, the earth split open. A blast of dark magic surged from the depths, and one by one... thousands— tens of thousands— of undead emerged. Their eyes empty, bodies rotted or reinforced with metal, yet all radiated the same aura: obedience, loyalty, and longing.

The Dungeon Tower of Zombie had collapsed... unable to contain the queen’s summons.

The zombies did not go berserk. They sprinted toward the source of the call. Upon arrival, they halted and awaited orders. Some knelt immediately, others crawled into formation toward the castle. Their voices were silent... but their resolve thundered across the land.

Celes stood stunned behind Sylvia.

"You... actually reawakened the entire undead force."

"Not reawakened," Sylvia said as she opened her arms, letting the dark wind flow through her fingers."I simply called them back."

And beneath the fractured sky of this foreign world, Sylvia stood in the courtyard of what was now the new seat of power. Behind her, Celes prepared the defensive enchantments. Before her, an endless army of the undead gathered.

But elsewhere, far from the ancient castle now teeming with corpses, this world trembled with a different kind of tension.

In the center of one of the great human cities once the capital of a mighty kingdom before its fall the sky darkened to a smoky gray. Crowds of people, previously busy with their day, looked up as an unfamiliar wind swept through the plaza.

And from thin air, she appeared.

A woman with long green hair, swaying like fresh leaves in the breeze, floated in the sky without any visible magic. She carried no weapon, bore no threatening aura, yet her presence silenced the entire city in an instant.

She was the avatar of the world.

Every being with even a trace of magical sense felt a pressure in their chest not from magic, but from the raw presence of the world’s will. Their bodies understood: this was not an entity to be challenged.

With a voice gentle yet resonating across the entire city, the avatar spoke:

"The Demon King has returned to this world. The silence you cherished... is over."

There were no further explanations. No names. No threats. And after those words, the avatar vanished, like morning dew under sunlight.

The city fell into complete stillness. Even the children, who didn’t know the meaning of "Demon King", felt the heavy tension pressing into their hearts.

But it wasn’t only humans who heard.

The beastkin, the elves, the dwarves even the dragons hiding atop forgotten peaks all heard the same voice, bearing the same meaning Something vast had shifted.

Yet the true upheaval wasn’t in this world, but above it.

In a realm without name or form, where the twelve gods and goddesses of this world resided as watchers and orchestrators, a spiritual tremor rang out like a quake. Those beings, usually serene and composed, now stood at the edge of their observation plane, exchanging glances with expressions rarely seen—

Fear.

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