Let's Train Heroine

The first light of dawn streamed through the thin curtains of the hotel room, casting a gentle glow across the space. Lucan stirred awake, blinking groggily as the sun's rays illuminated the room. He glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the early hour—just around six o'clock.

Lucan turned his head to the side and found Maris still asleep in the bed next to him. Her peaceful slumber was a picture of serenity. Her long, dark lashes rested against her pale cheeks, and her lips, slightly parted, were soft and inviting. The way her hair cascaded around her like a silken halo only added to her ethereal beauty.

It was as if a master artisan had crafted her features with meticulous care, each detail perfect and harmonious.

Lucan couldn't help but smile at the sight. There was something undeniably captivating about having such a beautiful woman so close. The fact that she was with him on this journey added a layer of comfort and allure to his day. He felt a pang of satisfaction knowing he could enjoy such moments of closeness.

He quietly swung his legs over the side of the bed, careful not to disturb Maris. As he reached for his travel bag on the floor, his movements were deliberate and soft. He pulled out his clothes and set them on the table, preparing for the day ahead.

He began to unbutton his shirt, feeling a subtle shift in the atmosphere. For a moment, he had the sensation of being watched. He glanced sideways but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Maris remained still, her breathing steady and calm.

Lucan quickly realized that Maris might have been feigning sleep, watching him as he changed. He decided to act as if he hadn't noticed. He removed his shirt, revealing his toned upper body, and then proceeded to remove his pants, leaving only his underwear. His movements were smooth and purposeful as he dressed in a fresh shirt and new pants, securing his belt with a practiced flick.

"Alright," he said to himself as he finished dressing. He turned back to Maris, who was still nestled beneath the covers. Her eyes remained closed, but a soft smile played at her lips, hinting at her awareness.

The clock now read seven o'clock. Breakfast time was approaching, and Lucan knew it was time to rouse Maris. He reached over and gently shook her shoulder.

"Mm... Lucan-sama?" she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Oh, you're awake," Lucan said, smiling. "I was just about to wake you."

Maris blinked sleepily and sat up, her movements graceful despite her groggy state. The bedcovers slipped down, revealing her nightgown, which clung to her in a manner that left little to the imagination. The sheer fabric of her nightgown accentuated her curves, with the neckline dipping low enough to offer tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage.

The thin straps that held up the nightgown barely contained the softness of her shoulders, and the hemline of the garment brushed against her thighs, teasingly revealing her smooth skin.

Lucan was no longer get attracted to this display and could maintain normal reaction he usually have.

"Oh, are you going somewhere?" Maris asked, her eyes still partly closed.

"Yeah, for breakfast," Lucan replied. "But once you're dressed, I'll be outside waiting."

He closed the door behind him and made his way out to the beach. The morning air was crisp and fresh, and the sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore was soothing. The beach was quiet, with only a few early risers strolling along the shoreline. Lucan took a moment to appreciate the tranquil beauty of the scene.

He glanced back toward the hotel, noting that Maris's room was just a short distance away. He waited for a few minutes, enjoying the solitude and the peaceful start to the day. As the sun climbed little higher in the sky, Maris appeared, emerging from the hotel with a bright smile on her face.

"Sorry, I'm done changing," she said, her voice cheerful.

Lucan turned to look at her. Maris had changed into a sleeveless black dress, a stark contrast to the white gown she had worn the day before. The new dress was both striking and daring, with an open neckline that revealed a hint of her décolletage. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her silhouette with an elegance that was both alluring and sophisticated.

The thin straps over her shoulders highlighted the delicate lines of her collarbone, and the dress flowed around her legs, the hemline swaying with each step she took.

"I have a request," Maris said, her tone tinged with excitement.

"What's that?" Lucan asked, curious.

"Instead of going to the restaurant, let me cook breakfast for us," Maris proposed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Hm, okay. Go ahead and make breakfast," Lucan agreed, his smile reflecting his pleasure at her offer.

"Okay," Maris said, her smile widening. She turned and headed back toward the mansion, her dress flowing gracefully behind her.

Lucan watched her go. He turned his gaze back to the beach. He looked around, touched the sand, dipped his hand into the sea, feeling the cool water against his skin. It was clear that the monsters had attacked at night but Maris clean them up and even clean the area. Howevr Maris had not yet purified the Water Source. He knew that if the taint remained, it could lead to more trouble in the future.

"Well, tonight another attack might happen," Lucan mused. "Or Maris might have trouble finding the Water Source. I'll give it two days. If she hasn't managed to purify it by then, I'll have to step in."

With that thought, Lucan made his way back to the mansion. He wanted to keep his own strength hidden for as long as possible, even from Maris.

Lucan want Water Source to improve his strength, and he wants Water Source when it's pure not taint. If possible then he would love to wait two days so Maris purify by herself. Once she does that, he could get Water Source after she leave for academy.

However, if she didn't, then he need to take her to Water Source.