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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's Love Rival Adventure 3

Dawn broke slowly, the first light of the sun creeping through the thick canopy of trees. The forest, which had been shrouded in darkness and silence through the night, now seemed to stir with an unnatural energy. Julia stood at the edge of the camp, staring into the thick woods, her grip tight around the hilt of her magic sword.

Her red hair was loose around her shoulders, gleaming in the morning light, but there was no hint of warmth in her expression. Her mind was racing, trying to piece together the events of the previous night—the strange whispers Olive had heard, the constant sensation of being watched, and the gnawing realization that whatever was out there, it wasn't afraid of them. It was playing with them.

Hima stretched her arms, yawning as she got up from her bedroll. "So, we're really doing this, huh? No breakfast first?" she joked, though her tone lacked its usual lightness.