I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 161 – A Day Without a Crown

The next morning, sunlight crept through the wooden window and greeted Sylvia’s face as she sat quietly in the chair near the bed. She hadn’t slept that night, but she didn’t feel tired. Her eyes were half-closed, her body relaxed. The peaceful night at Velthya’s home had somehow recharged a part of her soul that rarely ever knew peace.

When a soft knock came at the door, Sylvia slowly opened her eyes. Velthya entered carrying two pieces of toast and a small plate of fruit.

"You’re up earlier than usual," said Velthya, setting the tray on a small table.

Sylvia gave a faint smile. "This place is too peaceful to sleep deeply. Or maybe... I’ve just forgotten what it feels like to sleep like a normal person."

Velthya chuckled lightly. "Well then, let’s make you feel normal again today."

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"A date," Velthya replied casually, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"A date?"

"Yes, a date. We’ll stroll around. Eat. Buy pointless things. Talk about flowers and the weather not military strategy or ancient angry gods."

Sylvia stared at her for a few seconds before finally standing up. "Alright. But I’m changing out of this black gown into something more casual first."

"Haha, good idea. I don’t want every shop to shut down in panic just from seeing you."

A short while later, Sylvia stood in front of the mirror, dressed in ordinary clothes: a soft brown long-sleeved tunic, dark trousers, and a light coat comfortable enough for a stroll. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. No crown, no gloves, no regal aura.

The two of them stepped out of the house, greeted by the fresh morning air and warm sunlight. The town wasn’t fully bustling yet, but its liveliness was beginning to show.

"Where to first?" asked Sylvia as they passed a flower stall bursting with color.

"To the market. I want to buy honey cakes fresh out of the oven."

The town market had changed, but it still retained its soul. Wooden stalls lined up neatly with various goods: fruits, vegetables, fabrics, simple jewelry, and trinkets made by artisans. Laughter, haggling, and the clinking of metal tools filled the air.

They walked side by side, passing wine sellers, woodcarvers, and even street musicians playing string instruments while seated on old crates. Some townspeople turned to look, some greeted Velthya with respect.

But no one recognized Sylvia.

And that was good.

Velthya finally stopped at a small stall with a sign that read: "Today’s Honey Cakes!" The vendor, an elderly woman with curly white hair, greeted them cheerfully.

"Two warm honey cakes, as usual?"

"Yes, but this time for two," said Velthya with a smile.

The woman handed them two small bundles still steaming. Sylvia unwrapped hers and took a small bite.

Warm. Soft. Sweet. The rich taste of honey mingled with a hint of cinnamon and vanilla. It tasted like... memory.

"This tastes... exactly the same," said Sylvia.

"I know," said Velthya. "That’s why I always buy from her. So that at least something stays the same."

They continued walking. After the market, they wandered along the edge of a small river that flowed through the town’s western side. There, a small wooden bridge stretched over the clear water, surrounded by wildflowers. A few children fished by the riverbank, while a young painter painted the scenery on a small canvas.

"This place is beautiful," said Sylvia.

"This place... is peaceful," Velthya corrected. "And that’s worth more than beauty."

Sylvia looked at the slow-moving water. "Sometimes I wonder what if I never went back to the other world? If I stayed here with you... maybe opened a small shop or lived as a regular hunter..."

Velthya turned quickly. "But you could never live like that."

"No," Sylvia nodded. "I know. I... am no longer someone who can live without a shadow following her."

Velthya was silent for a moment. "But if one day you’re tired... you know where to come home to."

They sat on a stone bench near the bridge. The breeze stirred their hair. No serious talk. Just fragments of words about past days, people they once knew, and small things they’d once shared.

When the sun began dipping westward, they headed to the upper district. There, a small café stood a place they used to rest after completing missions.

"Still open?" Sylvia asked, seeing the old building.

"Still. And they still serve the same herb soup."

They sat in a corner near the window. Sylvia ordered tea, while Velthya got soup and toast. Outside, people passed by, unaware that two of the most dangerous beings in the world were sitting there, gazing at a teacup and a bowl of soup.

Evening began to fall, painting the sky in golden hues. Sylvia looked outside, then turned to Velthya.

"Thank you for today."

Velthya shrugged. "It was just an ordinary day."

"And that’s exactly what I rarely get."

As they walked home through a narrowing, dimly lit street, Sylvia looked up to see the first star appear.

Today wasn’t about tactics. It wasn’t about power. It wasn’t about war.

Today... was a reminder that even shadows need a place to rest.

And though tomorrow might bring blood and sorcery, tonight... the sky held them gently in peace.

The sky dimmed as Sylvia and Velthya walked home. Magical lanterns along the street began to light up one by one, casting a soft golden glow that reflected off the cobbled streets damp with evening dew.Velthya walked beside Sylvia in silence. But it wasn’t an awkward silence it was the quiet of two people who no longer needed words to understand each other. Their steps were slow, as if both wished to hold back time just a little longer before the day came to an end.

As they passed a small park near the bridge, Velthya stopped. She looked toward a small lake that mirrored the colors of the twilight sky."Do you remember this place?" she asked softly.Sylvia nodded. "This is where I first realized that this world wasn’t just a nightmare.""You used to sit on that bench. Staring at the water. Quiet as a statue," Velthya recalled with a smile."That’s because I was thinking about how to get back to my own world."

Velthya chuckled. "And I knew from the start that you’d stir up trouble someday. I just didn’t know how big that trouble would become."Sylvia smiled. "Now I’m a zombie queen, declared dangerous by both gods and men.""But today, you’re just Sylvia the one who still loves honey cakes, still walks too fast, and still doesn’t know how to take a compliment," Velthya teased, amused.Sylvia didn’t deny it. "Maybe that part never changed." freewebnσvel.cѳm

They continued their walk, now almost at Velthya’s house. At the door, Velthya turned and looked at Sylvia deeply."Thank you for coming today," she said. "I know... you probably won’t stay long. But today... made me feel like I wasn’t alone."Sylvia looked into those silvery eyes, then nodded. "Me too. Today... made me feel alive again."

There were no hugs, no tears. Just a shared gaze, and a silence that held thousands of unspoken words.Night slowly fell, closing over a day unrecorded by history but forever remembered by two souls who once met in the heart of a storm.

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