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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 and Lucan's Fight 1

"You're not the only one with tricks," Nyx said, her voice cold as she teleported again, reappearing behind him this time. She lashed out with a spatial blade, slicing through the air toward his back.

But Lucan was ready.

"Push."

Nyx felt the same force hit her again, sending her flying backward, her attack missing entirely. She crashed into the ground but quickly rolled to her feet, scowling. This man was infuriating. He wasn't particularly fast or strong, but his words—those commands—were making it impossible for her to land a proper hit.

Lucan stepped forward, closing the gap between them, his expression still calm. Nyx teleported again, reappearing at his side, and unleashed a flurry of blows, each one enhanced by her spatial magic to increase their speed and power. But every time she struck, Lucan would speak.

"Stop."

Her fists froze in midair again.

"Push."