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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 Husband with Katie II

Lucan stood patiently outside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed down the hallway. The faint shuffle of footsteps on the hardwood floor drew his attention, and moments later, Katie emerged from the room.

She wore a crisp white shirt, the fabric clinging just enough to accentuate her figure without being overtly revealing. The shirt's top button was undone, offering a teasing glimpse of her collarbone and the delicate curve of her neckline. The material of her black skirt hugged her hips snugly, and stockings highlighted her long, shapely legs as she moved with an effortless grace. Her outfit was completed with a tailored black coat draped casually over her forearms.

As she skipped a step, her movements were buoyant, and the natural bounce in her stride caused her breast to rise and fall subtly beneath the crisp fabric of her shirt. She didn't wear a bra.