My Curse? A Different Yandere in Every Reincarnation
Chapter 153: Headless knight

Chapter 153: Headless knight

I get up from the bed I’m in after organizing the large amount of memories, there really are a lot of useful things, but as soon as I get up, my head disconnects from my body and falls because I haven’t tried to control it yet.

I hold my head by reflex and my field of vision becomes a total mess, I hold it steady to adjust my vision and slowly lift my head.

’T-This is completely crazy’ The field of vision is so strange, and as I raise my head, I can see the neck where there is nothing but strange black flames that prevent me from seeing inside the neck.

I know these flames function as a portal and a life indicator, everything that enters my mouth will come out through the flames inside my body, and if I’m dying, the flames will start to go out.

If they go out completely, it means I’m dead, but I can only really die if something sacred gives me damage, so in general, common things can’t kill me.

I hold my head in place and try to fit it perfectly, but if I’m not controlling the connection between the flames, the head will fall, and any strong blow will knock my head down.

In general, my body is almost that of a living being, it works practically identical to that of a living being, except for the fact that anything I eat is practically burned by the flames that are also in my stomach.

The flames in my neck don’t cause any damage, but the flames in my stomach work like the digestive acid of a living being, but in my case, eating something doesn’t change anything for me, so I don’t really need to eat things.

What I should do is be as careful as possible not to accidentally drop my head and avoid getting blows to it so as not to lose coordination, normally in fights, from what I remember, I hold my head with my hands to keep it stable.

So normally I fight using just one hand while with the other hand I control the field of vision and avoid the weakness of the head being removed and my field of vision becoming messy.

The vision is a bit disturbing since it would be seeing a woman holding her head to the side, charging at you with a sword while black flames flicker in the headless neck.

I decide not to think about it too much, if I’m not fighting, I don’t need to make this bizarre scene real, so for now I can just leave the head connected by the flames and be careful not to drop it.

I look at myself in the mirror, seeing my huge breasts, I think it’s a bit exaggerated and also interferes with the overall sense of balance, but undeniably I’m beautiful.

My memories of when I was still alive indicate that I was a "mediocre" noble from a good family, but I was killed and buried like any other noble.

However, a complete son of a bitch stole my corpse and used necromancy, which is taboo and a sin against the church, so after the necromancy, I, having a high affinity with death by irony of fate, became a "headless knight" who is a very powerful undead.

It’s not the strongest, but in the hierarchy by types, I’d say they’re the fifth in position of power, below only legendary undead.

At least in this body I’m strong, very strong indeed, I’m the strongest undead serving a necromancer who is the owner of the place where I am.

Of course, he’s a sinner in the church’s view, since necromancers are the scum of the world, but since I was a noble, if the church finds me, they’ll take me to a purification ritual and then purify my soul, killing me in the process and allowing my eternal rest.

They could have avoided the problem that I am by simply cremating the body like most do, but they had to be proud nobles who only wanted to bury the body without taking enough precautions.

Now I’m in this shitty situation, at least I have ice magic, which is great because I already know some things about ice and have experience with that ability.

I snap my fingers and put on a dress from the closet, an adjustable dress to maintain flexibility, fortunately I’m an undead with great physical and magical abilities.

So I’m powerful enough to defend myself from most things, although I can’t defend myself from my "master" who was the one who used the necromancy, I’m kind of forced to obey everything he said.

Only legendary undead can get out of the control pact that necromancers use, and unfortunately, despite being high-class among the undead, I’m not a legendary undead.

I’d say I’m a couple of steps below a legendary undead, who would be considered a complete anomaly by the church.

And I still don’t know my Yandere, maybe this is luck or just temporary bad luck disguised as luck, in fact I know few people.

Normal undead have no consciousness, they are just stupid beings that act on orders, and this is what differentiates high-class undead from common ones, since high-class undead have their own consciousness and are more difficult to keep under control.

My current "master" is a girl named Belladonna Kraven, she likes me to call her Bella, and she’s actually quite acceptable as a person, she has long black hair and white eyes.

Her hair turned black due to the constant use of necromancy because as far as I know, she used to have white hair, she’s not very tall and has medium-sized breasts.

Not to mention that she is currently a fugitive and one of the most notorious criminals among the kingdoms for having managed to remain a fugitive for so long.

Of course, she only managed this feat because of me, since an undead like me is extremely difficult to deal with, I have several memories of me running while holding her, being shot at by holy arrows, fire, and spears.

Basically, I’m the shield that has kept her safe all this time, and because of that, my treatment is relatively good all the time.

I just wonder how long it will take us to have to flee the current base, running while being chased by church knights.

As soon as I finish getting ready, I leave the room I’m in as I walk through the facilities of this base, which is inside a mountain.

I hear the sound of plates breaking and shouting, and with that I know that Bella is angry with the undead who don’t have much motor coordination, so they always make simple mistakes repeatedly, regardless of how much you teach them.

I also see undead wandering around the base, but they all make room for me to pass, respecting the hierarchy by reflex.

As soon as I open the door of the place, I look at my master, who is yelling at an undead who seems to have dropped her food on the table.

"Bella, arguing with him won’t make a difference," I say, looking at the other poorly placed plates.

"I know, I know, but it’s so frustrating, why can’t these incompetents be as incredible as you?" She says, putting me above them with arrogance.

"I don’t know what to say, Bella," I say, approaching her and lifting her from the chair while I sit down and put her on my lap, as I know she likes it, I don’t know why this weird necromancer likes this.

Even though she’s an old lady with who knows how many years, she likes to be treated like a child, necromancers age very slowly, from her appearance I can easily tell that she’s at least 200 years old.

Necromancy in this world depends on talent, that is, it’s something you’re born with, normally these babies are hunted by the church and sacrificed, but if they manage to survive, they grow up and become a problem.

In other words, a necromancer who looks like a child will be between 50 to 70 years old, so Bella, who has this current appearance, is already over 200 years old, showing that she’s already quite old.

I think the average lifespan of necromancers is 500 to 700 years, with the oldest dying between those ages, so Bella still has a lot of life left if she’s not killed by the church.

"Hnfh get out of here you incompetents and bring another meal, I don’t want this," she says as she pushes the plate to the floor with ignorance while adjusting herself on my lap.

"Shizune, I think we’ll need to get out of here soon, I don’t know how much time we have since those damn church people will soon arrive here... your head is not properly fitted."

She interrupts what she was saying to mention my head.

"Ah yes, I’m sorry for the slip," I say, moving my head and placing it as I think is correct. The way to know if it’s properly fitted is simple.

If it’s not properly fitted, black flames leak like sparks from the mark on the neck, and if it’s properly fitted, nothing notable about the flames can be seen.

"As I was saying, the church guys will soon find this place, the hunt for necromancers seems worse than 30 years ago, those damn persistent bastards are like cockroaches."

"You’ll protect me, right?" She looks at me directly in the eyes.

"Of course I will, Bella..." I respond as usual, even if I wanted to refuse, it’s impossible, she’s a great necromancer, so I can’t get out of her control even if I try.

"Great, then let’s get ready to leave in a month," she says as she grabs one of the plates to eat.

"..." I don’t think Bella will be my Yandere, necromancers don’t like to get involved with the undead they control in any way, Bella has already made it clear that she wants me to act as a guardian, babysitter, and knight, and she’s unlikely to change this view due to her arrogance.

So probably another being will be a Yandere, maybe a templar or a church knight, as they are the ones most likely to kill me, but I’ll leave that to think about later.

I’ll just wait quietly while I finish adjusting the many memories I have.

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