I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl

Chapter 487 - 484 – Proposal and the Pressure of Death

The reception room in the Crown Prince’s residence, which had originally felt spacious and magnificent, now felt increasingly cramped despite its area spanning dozens of square meters. The morning sunlight streaming through the tall windows with thin silk curtains now felt colder and gloomier, as if the tense atmosphere between the two figures had absorbed all the natural warmth. The expensive, fragrant aroma of imported tea still rose gently from the fine porcelain cups patterned with golden dragons, but it was now mixed with the invisible scent of tension, the smell of cold sweat, hidden intentions, rotten political ambition, and power mutually measuring one another.The Crown Prince sat in his main chair, carved from the finest mahogany, with a relaxed yet authoritative posture. His friendly smile remained on his lips, but his sharp green eyes now burned with ambition that was no longer fully concealed. He gazed at Sylvia, who sat upright before him in an elegant black dress that perfectly hugged her slender body like a living, moving shadow of night. Sylvia’s long black hair cascaded softly, and her red eyes were calm yet held unfathomable depth.

"Straight to the point," the Crown Prince said in a smooth but firm voice, the tone of a throne heir accustomed to giving orders. "I want you to become my consort, Lady Sylvia."

The words hung heavily in the air like a death sentence. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. There was no sound of birds in the outer garden, no breeze, and even the faint clink of the tea spoon seemed to vanish. A terrifying, powerful pressure suddenly exploded from Sylvia’s body. The aura she had perfectly suppressed until now leaked out just a tiny bit was enough to make the air in the room feel like a giant freezer. The temperature dropped drastically within seconds. Their breaths turned into thin white vapor. The sunlight entering through the windows seemed to dim, and the shadows in the corners of the room grew darker and more alive, as if the darkness itself was beginning to creep closer.

The Crown Prince’s elite guards, who had been standing silently behind their master, reacted immediately. Their hands moved quickly to the hilts of their swords and spears, their bodies tensing, ready to attack. Their well-trained auras as the kingdom’s finest knights tried to resist the cold pressure, but their faces had already turned deathly pale. Cold sweat poured down their temples and necks. One guard’s knees even trembled slightly before he managed to steady himself.

Sylvia remained seated casually, as if nothing had happened. She lifted her teacup with graceful, perfectly controlled movements, took a slow sip of the warm liquid, and set it back down. Her faintly glowing red eyes stared at the Crown Prince without excessive emotion, like a goddess of death observing an insect.

"Do you want me to destroy this empire?" she asked in a flat voice, as if casually discussing the morning weather.

The words came out simply, but their effect was like a bolt of lightning striking in broad daylight. The Crown Prince, who had still been smiling, suddenly felt cold sweat run down his back. His throat felt as dry as sand. His heart pounded violently. He was no ordinary person; he had faced many threats, palace intrigues, and even assassination attempts but the pressure from the woman before him was different. This was not the pressure of an ordinary human. It was like standing before death itself cold, inevitable, and filled with emptiness.

However, as the future Emperor, he maintained his smile, though it had grown somewhat stiff. "You’re being too dramatic, Lady Sylvia," he said with a forced small laugh. "I am merely offering you an honorable position. As the Crown Prince’s consort, you will receive untold wealth, vast power, full protection from the empire, and all the luxuries imaginable. Isn’t that a very tempting offer for an adventurer like you? You and your two sisters would no longer need to live dangerously outside the city walls."

Sylvia slowly and precisely placed her teacup back on the table. The sound of porcelain touching wood rang sharply in the silence. "Were you waiting for the substance in this tea to take effect?" she asked suddenly. Her voice was still flat, but now carried a sharp, subtle mocking tone like a scalpel. "Unfortunately, it’s useless. I am immune to all kinds of poison, aphrodisiacs, or any negative substances created by humans."

The Crown Prince’s face changed for a moment. His smile froze completely, his pupils dilating in shock. He had not expected Sylvia to detect the special aphrodisiac mixed into the tea by the servant, a rare substance made by the palace’s best alchemists, usually causing ordinary women to feel hot, attracted, and obedient within minutes. He had thought Sylvia was merely an exceptionally powerful adventurer girl with strange abilities, not someone completely immune to all forms of chemical and low-level magical manipulation.

"You... knew?" he muttered, his voice losing control for the first time. His right hand, hidden under the table, clenched tightly.

Sylvia smiled thinly, a cold smile that did not reach her eyes. "I am not an ordinary girl you can toy with like a doll, Your Highness. I have seen too many men like you hungry for power, hungry for bodies, and hungry for control. I will leave now. And do not disturb our lives again. This meeting is over."

She rose from her chair with graceful and authoritative movements. Her black dress swayed gently with her motion, the smooth silk whispering against the marble floor. Every step she took was light, yet carried the weight of the world and an unspoken threat of death.

The Crown Prince, who had been stunned by the total failure of his plan, suddenly stood up with eyes reddened by burning rage and humiliation. His pride as the heir to the throne had been trampled in front of his own subordinates. "Seize her!" he shouted loudly, his voice echoing throughout the room. "Don’t let her leave! All troops, block her! Alive or dead, it doesn’t matter!"

The room doors burst open with a loud bang. Dozens of elite palace troops who had been waiting outside immediately rushed in. They quickly and skillfully surrounded Sylvia in the wide marble corridor. Weapons were drawn with long gleaming swords, sharp spears, and heavy shields. Their perfectly polished armor shone under the lantern light. The troop leader, a high-ranking knight with a scar on his face, shouted loudly, "Capture her alive! Don’t injure her too badly!"

Sylvia stopped right in the center of the encirclement. She looked at each of them one by one with calm, unshakable red eyes. She released a little more of her deathly aura not fully, just enough to remind them who held the power here.

The air in the magnificent marble corridor instantly froze. The hardened elite soldiers suddenly felt their bodies grow extremely weak. Their knees trembled violently, their faces turned as pale as fresh corpses, and their breathing became ragged. The weapons in their hands felt unbearably heavy, as if cold hands of death were gripping their souls and bones. Some instinctively stepped back, their eyes filled with primal fear that could not be explained by reason. Sylvia’s undead dark aura touched their souls, awakening the deepest fear of death.

Sylvia continued walking casually, passing through the now-powerless line of soldiers as if they were merely stone statues blocking the way. No one dared to stop her. Even the troop leader could only watch her back with a deathly pale face, his sword trembling violently in his hand.

The Crown Prince, who witnessed everything from the doorway, could only stand frozen in silence. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white and nearly bled. For the first time in his life, he felt true fear toward someone who was neither the Emperor nor a god. Shame, rage, and fear mixed together in his chest.

Sylvia left the Crown Prince’s residence without further obstruction. She walked calmly down the long palace corridors, her black dress swaying softly like a night. The servants, maids, and guards who saw her could only bow deeply or retreat in fear, sensing the cold aura surrounding her body like a mist of death. Some servants even dropped the trays they were carrying because their hands were shaking so badly.

Outside the palace, the head servant who had escorted her earlier was waiting with a face as pale as paper. The luxurious carriage was still parked in the same spot. Sylvia boarded without saying a single word. The door closed, and the carriage slowly moved away from the magnificent yet now cold and terrifying palace complex.

On the way back to the inn, Sylvia sat with her eyes closed, her mind calm and clear. She knew her actions today would bring major political consequences. There might be retaliation, surveillance, or even secret arrest orders. But she didn’t care. Anyone who dared disturb her life and that of her two sisters would face consequences far worse than mere death; they would face eternal destruction of body and soul.

When she arrived at The Dragon Inn, Alicia and Stacia were already awake and waiting for her with worried looks. They could sense the cold aura still clinging to their sister’s body.

"Everything is fine," Sylvia said softly with a faint smile, her voice reassuring. "But we will be leaving this city soon. The capital is starting to feel too cramped for us."

Alicia and Stacia exchanged glances and nodded without asking many questions. They were already used to their older sister’s decisions, which always protected them.