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Let's Train Heroine

Lucan Ironfist came from a noble family, but he wasn't the eldest son. When his brother became the head of the family and he turned 18, Lucan would become a commoner. A strange rule, but that's how it was. So Lucan began to think of a way to live a peaceful life. As he was considering this, his mother arranged for him to become a priest in another city. A priest didn't have to worry about food or housing, and all he had to do was watch over the temple and the statue. It was easy work, so he agreed and arrived at the city. One day, as he was watching over the temple and the statue, a poor-looking girl came to pray. When she prayed to God, light gathered around her body. Lucan was surprised and suddenly remembered the plot of a certain game. Originally, Lucan was from Earth and had traveled to this fantasy world. When he was on Earth, he played a game with a plot where a merchant family's illegitimate daughter, bullied by her family, awakened the power of a saint. Lucan decided to keep this secret and train the saint so that in the future, he could have an easy life and save himself from any crises. --- **Please do not rate the novel until you have read at least 20 chapters. This includes 5-star ratings. After reading 20 chapters, you are welcome to rate the novel as you see fit. However, please refrain from using any abusive language in your comments. Any comment containing abusive language will be deleted, even if it includes a 5-star rating. ** If there is something you do not like, please mention it. If it is something I can fix, I will do my best to address it. Similarly, if there is something you enjoy, please let me know. ** Feel free to ask questions, and I will do my best to answer them, provided they do not spoil the story.

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Heroine Confessing to Goddess

Maris stepped through the grand doors of the temple, her heart still racing from her earlier encounter with Lucan. The air inside was cool, calming, and familiar, though it had been a long time since she had last visited.

As she made her way through the marble hallways, many of the temple attendants and visitors turned to greet her. Whispers of her presence spread quickly, and soon, several priests and priestesses approached, their eyes filled with admiration and respect.

"Saint Maris, welcome," one of the younger acolytes said, bowing deeply. "It has been too long since we last saw you."

Maris offered a soft smile, her heart easing slightly at their warm reception. Despite the turmoil in her chest, her face remained calm and serene, the practiced expression of a Saint who always showed grace in public. "It has been some time, hasn't it?" she replied gently. "I'm glad to be here again."