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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 Natural Enemy 5

The scene was one of twisted beauty and horror. The Spirit Realm's usually vibrant skies were muted, heavy clouds swirling. There, in the center of a barren expanse where not even the most tenacious plant dared to grow, Elysia—Fairy Queen of Light—hung suspended in the air.

Her once pristine white dress had been torn away, leaving her utterly exposed to the harsh light of day. Blood trickled from where jagged ropes, interwoven with shards of enchanted glass, bit into her delicate flesh. The bindings wrapped around her stomach and breast, digging in so deeply that the skin had split open in places, blood seeping out in a slow, agonizing rhythm. The rope around her thighs was tied so tight that the muscle beneath looked bruised and crushed, the pressure ensuring she couldn't even twitch a finger, much less move.