Non-Human Girls Are Fighting Over Me ~ Do I Get to Refuse? “Nope!” “No Way!” “Not a Chance!” “Absolutely Not!” - Chapter 68 & 69

Chapter 68: Blade 3

Haraikawa High School—Ground.

The place, which should have no spectator stands, is now the focus of the entire world through otherworldly projection magic.

A black-haired woman and a golden-haired, blue-eyed man.

The air grows heavy as lead just from their confrontation.

“—‘Daywalker.’ And, ‘Primordial Vampire,’ Towa.”

“—‘True Ancestor,’ Drako.”

Their voices, calling each other’s names, carry pride before hostility.

Towa smirks provocatively, her lips curling.

“Fine. I’ll take you down and prove I’m the strongest vampire. It’s always the ‘Daywalker’ who slays the ‘True Ancestor.’”

Drako narrows his golden eyes, speaking with a hint of confusion.

“What are you talking about? You—”

But Towa cuts him off, casually extending her arm.

She brandishes a jet-black Desert Eagle.

“Hmph—try eating this.”

A deafening roar.

The .50 caliber bullet spits fire, tearing through the air.

In the next instant, Drako’s body is blown apart.

His arm is torn off, and a gaping hole is blasted through his torso.

“What… Why? Could these bullets—”

Towa spits coldly.

“Ritually prepared. Mercury-tipped. .50 caliber. …When they hit, silver scatters through your body.”

Yet Drako’s heart remains protected.

He disperses into a swarm of bats, regenerating his body in mere moments.

“Such a lowborn way to fight…! You, a vampire, would—”

“Too much chatter,” Towa interrupts, already aiming her next weapon.

A rifle-shaped tranquilizer gun.

The trigger is pulled, and sharp bursts echo across the ground.

“You think such a toy can stop me—” Drako says with confidence.

But a scratch on his cheek refuses to heal, no matter how much time passes.

“…What is this?”

Towa grins, her hand resting on her sword.

“Figured it out? It’s not healing, is it?”

“Special serum. You took a few shots, so… no regenerating or dispersing for a while.”

Drako’s face betrays a crack of panic.

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Other World—Coliseum.

“Insane… ‘Adrasteia’ is completely dominating the ‘True Ancestor’!”

“Stop it! I bet my entire fortune on Drako!”

The crowd watching the projection erupts in a mix of joy and despair.

The odds displayed—Adrasteia at twenty-to-one, Drako at one-to-one.

The unexpected turn of events sends the arena into a frenzy of excitement.

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Royal Palace—Grand Hall.

“…To think the ‘True Ancestor’ is at a disadvantage.”

“This is bad. The balance is shifting.”

The nobles murmur, and the king furrows his brow gravely.

Amid the unrest, only Saintess Seraphina speaks calmly.

“…This is troublesome.”

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Demon Castle.

Demon King Satan laughs heartily.

“Haha! That’s the spirit! To overwhelm Drako like that… This could be a changing of the guard!”

The surrounding demon lords pound their chairs and clench their fists.

“As expected! This is what it means to be on the edge of your seat!”

“I want to watch this in person!”

Their fervor shakes even the depths of hell.

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Haraikawa High School—Ground.

Towa silently draws her sword.

A double-edged straight blade. Ritually prepared, made of adamantium.

“Heh. You probably can’t regenerate or disperse anymore,” Towa says, her lips curling sharply.

“Now… it’s time for this guy to shine.”

The silver blade reflects the moonlight.

“Become rust on my sword.”

She steps forward.

The air trembles, and the blade becomes a flash of light.

“Wait, hold on—calm down!” Drako pleads, panic rising.

But Towa’s eyes gleam with unwavering resolve.

The battle on the ground accelerates toward greater tension—

Chapter 69: Iron Man (1)

Haraikawa High School—In the Sky.

Four shadows float in the night sky, glaring at each other with the moonlight at their backs.

The “Demon of Envy,” Leviathan.

The “Immortal Witch,” Morgadia.

The “Queen of Witches,” Agrat.

And—the “Red-Haired Witch,” Izolde.

In the tense atmosphere, Levi is the first to speak.

She narrows her eyes at Towa and Drako’s battle unfolding below.

“…Impressive, Towa-chan. At this rate—she might actually win.”

Mio, burning with fighting spirit nearby, responds.

“Then… let’s get started up here. Levi-san, please let me handle Agrat.”

“…Fine, but she’s the strongest of that group. Are you serious?”

“Yes. Yesterday… something happened that I absolutely need to settle.”

“…Alright. If it gets dangerous, I’ll step in.”

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Meanwhile.

Agrat and Izolde are quietly exchanging strategies.

“Got it? I’ll launch a preemptive strike to buy time. Use that chance to get to Kazuto. You’re the only one who can break the seal.”

“…Understood. I’ll go full speed.”

With that, Agrat raises both arms.

No chant is needed. Countless magic circles unfold in the air, unleashing a storm of beams.

In that instant, Izolde mounts her broom and dives straight toward the school building on the ground.

But—Morgadia isn’t standing idly by.

“Too naive!”

Flame-wreathed magic circles multiply around her, roaring with hellfire.

Light and flame collide.

A blinding flash and shockwave tear through the heavens. The thunderous roar shakes the night sky, and a massive explosion spreads.

“Perfect! This’ll blind them—!”

Izolde soars higher, aiming for a breakthrough.

But a shadow blocks her path.

“…Where do you think you’re going?”

Levi—.

Izolde’s blood runs cold.

Before her stands the worst possible opponent.

The “Demon of Envy”—a being she could never hope to defeat.

“…I’ll end this quickly.”

Levi raises one hand. Light bullets burst from her fingertips, aimed unerringly at Izolde.

“Damn it, Izo-chan!” Agrat turns back.

But in that moment, Morgadia’s hellfire rains down like a storm.

“No looking away!”

Agrat is forced to counter, leaving no room to help Izolde.

Countless light bullets pierce Izolde.

A deafening explosion erupts, and black smoke spreads across the night sky.

“Is it over…?” Levi’s gaze cuts through the smoke.

But then—

“…What’s that?”

Beyond the smoke stands an unexpected figure.

Around Izolde, multiple layers of magical barriers unfold, shielding her like a fortress.

Even Izolde herself gasps.

“Huh… What’s this…?”

From her arms, shoulders, and back—.

Mechanical armor rises, enveloping the red-haired witch’s body.

With the sound of iron wings, a full-body suit completes its assembly.

Her vision darkens, then a vibrant holographic display lights up before her eyes.

Inside the helmet, multiple holograms project information.

In the next moment, the night sky roars with the sound of iron—