Non-Human Girls Are Fighting Over Me ~ Do I Get to Refuse? “Nope!” “No Way!” “Not a Chance!” “Absolutely Not!” - Chapter 1: The Primordial Vampire

Chapter 1: The Primordial Vampire

T/N: There’s some heavy backstory here for one of the girls, if you want you can skip it and go directly to the introduction to our MC, chapter 4.

In a certain apartment in Tokyo.

In the center of a living room shrouded in the veil of night, a massive 100-inch television emitted a white glow.

The curtains were drawn, creating a small theater cut off from the outside world.

Seated on the sofa was a single girl.

Tsukina Towa, forever seventeen.

Her black hair, cascading down to her waist, shimmered like threads of the night sky woven together, and her eyes were as clear as obsidian.

Pure and refined. Yet the occasional innocence in her expression inevitably stirred a protective urge in those who saw her.

Right now, she was engrossed in watching—

A cult film from the ’70s, Zardoz.

A peculiar work, known only to those who smirk at its oddity.

On the screen, people who had gained eternal life screamed with haggard faces.

“Kill me.”

“I don’t want to live anymore.”

A frenzied depiction of hell.

To these images, which should have been devoid of blood or tears, the girl’s lips curved into a smile.

“…I get it~! Nothing but pure understanding!!”

Her eyes sparkled, as if she were enjoying a comedic scene.

Her demeanor was, by all accounts, far removed from that of an “ordinary high school girl.”

Eventually, the movie came to an end.

As the screen’s light faded, the room was left with only silence and the girl’s faint sigh.

Towa sank into the sofa and muttered to herself.

“…Ugh. So pointless. I shouldn’t have saved them back then.”

Her voice, gazing at the ceiling, was as dry as that of an old soul who had lived a hundred years.

“Getting involved with humans, playing their ally—it’s why I’m in this mess. Right…?”

The girl’s gaze melted into the darkness.

The “regret” she spoke of was not mere adolescent whim.

—Towa Tsukina. A girl burdened with immortality.

The story begins here.

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Hundreds of years ago. Another world.

On a cold, rainy night, with winter’s footsteps drawing near.

Amid the relentless patter of rain, deep within a forest stood an old, weathered mansion.

A stone structure that could be mistaken for an ancient castle. Vines clung to its cracked walls, glistening black in the wet night, and no one stood at its gate. Yet the mansion was unmistakably filled with the presence of something inhuman.

A party of adventurers knocked on its door.

Leading them was a woman clad in pure white clerical robes—Saintess Seraphina.

Her pure, refined features and clear gaze shone brilliantly even in the darkness of the night.

Behind her stood a seasoned warrior. An elf archer in green tribal attire, Lyumi.

A sturdy dwarf clad in steel armor. A lithe beastman.

And a mage draped in a black robe, Aran.

They had come to this mansion on a rainy night, rumored to be the lair of a vampire.

—And then, she appeared.

A girl with black hair and black eyes. Skin as pale as porcelain.

Her appearance was so refined it could be mistaken for human, with a lingering childish charm. But beneath it lay a dark light no human could possess.

Her name was Adrasteia Ambrosia.

An “Elder” among vampires, tied to an ancient bloodline.

“—I need you to lend us your strength.”

Seraphina declared resolutely, raindrops at her back.

“We need the power to fight a demon.”

The girl’s lips slowly curved into a smile.

“…Visiting a vampire’s mansion at night? Are you all sane?”

Her light tone carried a chilling pressure that froze the air.

“Did it not occur to you that I might kill you here?”

“If you were a lowly vampire, perhaps.”

Sera responded without flinching.

“But you’re different. —Adrasteia Ambrosia.

I believed a noble vampire would listen to reason. Surely you’re not a ‘lowly’ one?”

The provocative words caused the mansion’s air to tremble.

The elf Lyumi braced herself, and the mage Aran clicked his tongue softly.

But the vampire—laughed.

“Fufu… haha! Interesting. A saintess with quite a sharp tongue.”

Her smile was tinged with madness, yet filled with delight.

“A demon, you say? How formidable is it? If it can keep me from boredom… that would be amusing.”

Seraphina took a step forward and declared sharply.

“Leventhorn—the demon king whose name alone should make you tremble.

The ones who fled from it were your ‘comrades,’ the vampires.

If you call yourself a kin of darkness, how do you explain their cowardice?”

At those words, Adrasteia’s eyes glowed red.

“…Ah. I’m certain now. You’re not a saintess—you’re a madwoman.”

“Perhaps I am mad. But it’s the madness needed to win.”

Their voices clashed like thunder.

And the vampire’s smile deepened wickedly.

“Very well. —But there’s a condition.”

“A condition?”

“Give me your blood. The blood of a high-ranking cleric… it might let me walk under the sun as a ‘Daywalker.’”

Lyumi’s voice rose sharply.

“Tch…! Sera, such a deal—”

Aran interjected as well.

“Don’t do it. Even if we defeat the demon, this vampire will just become the next calamity.”

But Seraphina’s eyes remained unshaken.

“…I can’t afford to hesitate. I came here prepared to dirty my hands to protect people.”

After a long silence—

Adrasteia’s lips curled with pleasure.

“It’s settled, then. My reward—will be the saintess’s blood.”

And so, I joined their group.

A vampire, forming an unprecedented alliance with a human saintess through a blood pact.

—And I dreamed.

If her blood was true, I could transcend the darkness and walk beneath the sunlight—

As a “Daywalker.”