Let's Train Heroine

Lucan strolled through the grand corridors of the academy, his mind meticulously plotting the next steps in his pursuit of the map. His recent infiltration into the secretive student organization had gone unnoticed.

As he entered the dimly lit chamber where the organization members gathered, his eyes scanned the room with practiced ease. The atmosphere was thick with whispers and the rustle of papers as students pored over texts and discussed various plans and secrets.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a girl he had never seen before. She was petite, with chestnut brown hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves, and a pair of sharp green eyes that held a spark of intelligence. Her presence was almost out of place, yet she moved with a confidence that suggested she belonged here.

"Lucan, right?" she said, her voice smooth and laced with curiosity. "I've heard a lot about you."

She seems same age as him as he raised an eyebrow, masking his surprise with a polite smile. "All good things, I hope."

She chuckled, the sound light and melodic. "Mostly. I'm Elina. I've just recently joined the organization, and I've been dying to meet you."

Lucan assessed her with caution. Elina's sudden interest in him was unexpected, and while he couldn't afford distractions, he knew better than to dismiss her outright. She could be useful.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Elina," he said, offering her a nod. "What brings you to this part of the academy?"

Elina's eyes glimmered with a mischievous light. "Oh, I have my reasons. Let's just say I'm interested in the same things you are—knowledge, power, the usual."

"Interesting," Lucan replied, "You seem to have done your homework on me."

Elina smiled, taking a step closer. "Only what's necessary. You have a reputation, Lucan. The quiet, composed teacher who is hero with holy priest title and one who slay down seven ancient beast and now Interested into some ancient things. Truly wonderful."

Lucan maintained his polite demeanor, but his mind was racing. Elina's words were clearly meant to probe him, to see how he would react. He couldn't let her know too much, but he also couldn't afford to push her away.

"And what do you think?" Lucan asked, his tone casual. "Is my reputation accurate?"

Elina's smile widened as she looked up at him, her gaze lingering for a moment too long. "I think you're someone worth knowing, Lucan. Someone who can go far… with the right kind of help."

There was a certain boldness in her words that caught Lucan off guard. She was testing him, seeing how far she could push, how much she could pry from him. He couldn't understand why this character is after him.

"You're quite direct, Elina," Lucan said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But you're right—having the right kind of help can make all the difference."

Elina leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "I think we could help each other, Lucan. You're not the only one who knows how to play the game."

Lucan's mind raced with possibilities. This girl might know what he want, and might be after same things. For now he need observe if she is useful or not.

Before he could respond, the door to the chamber creaked open, and Lucan felt a familiar presence. He turned slightly to see Maris stepping into the room, her soft pink hair catching the light, her light blue eyes scanning the gathering before they settled on him—and Elina.

Maris's expression remained calm, but Lucan could sense the subtle shift in her demeanor. The way her gaze lingered on Elina, the way her posture stiffened just slightly—it was enough for him to know that Maris had noticed the interaction, and she didn't like it.

Lucan suppressed a sigh. Maris had always been protective, but lately, her protectiveness had taken on an edge that bordered on possessiveness.

"Lucan-sama," Maris greeted, her voice as soft as always, yet carrying an undercurrent of something more. "I didn't expect to find you here."

"Maris," Lucan acknowledged, keeping his tone even, "I was just looking around and found this place. The students here study ancient magic."

Elina, looked at Maris and said, "Nice to meet you, Saint Maris. Lucan was just telling me about some ancient things."

Maris's eyes flicked to Elina, her smile polite but her gaze sharp. "Is that so? Lucan-sama has great knowledge of history and ancient thing, I'm sure he's a great help to you."

Elina, seemingly unfazed, nodded. "Definitely. I think we'll get along just fine."

Lucan could feel the tension building, and he knew he had to diffuse the situation before it escalated. "Elina, if you don't mind, I need to speak with Maris for a moment. We have some things to discuss."

Elina glanced between them, her expression curious but unbothered. "Of course. I'll see you around, Lucan."

With a final smile, Elina turned and walked away, leaving Lucan alone with Maris. The moment Elina was out of earshot, Maris's polite smile faded, replaced by a look of quiet concern.

"Lucan-sama," she began, her voice soft but laced with an unspoken warning, "Who is she?"

"New teacher or assistant I guess. She just came here and approached me, nothing more."

Maris's eyes searched his face, as if trying to read his true intentions. "She seemed… interested in you."

Lucan shrugged, maintaining his composed demeanor. "People are curious. It's nothing to worry about, Maris."

But Maris's expression didn't change. If anything, her concern seemed to deepen. "Lucan-sama, you know you can tell me if something's bothering you. I'm here for you, always."

Lucan met her gaze, noting the intensity in her eyes.

"I appreciate that, Maris," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "But there's nothing to worry about. Trust me."

Maris hesitated, her gaze lingering on his for a moment longer before she finally nodded. "Alright. But if you need anything, just let me know. I'll always be by your side."

Lucan offered her a reassuring smile, even as his mind continued to calculate his next move.

"Thank you, Maris," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'll keep that in mind."

Maris smiled back, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

As he watched her go, Lucan's thoughts returned to Elina. She was an unknown variable, one he hadn't accounted for. But if he played his cards right, she could become an asset in his quest for the relic.

Lucan's eyes narrowed as he considered the possibilities. He couldn't afford any distractions, but if Elina could be useful to him, then he would find a way to keep her close—without letting Maris's jealousy derail his plans.

The game was becoming more complicated, but Lucan was nothing if not adaptable. He would find a way to balance everything, to keep his true intentions hidden while pursuing the power he craved.

And if Elina got in his way—well, Lucan had never been one to shy away from doing what needed to be done.

He looked back and those students at club were doing their things. The organisations from outer part just look any normal club, so it's safe and hidden for many years.