Let's Train Heroine

Lucan sat in his room, his gaze fixed on the Pride Ring encircling his finger. This ring, a symbol of immense power, granted him the status of a Kingdom-Class mage. But he knew that this strength was not truly his own; it was the ring's magic that elevated him. If the ring were to be taken away, so too would his power vanish.

"The ring is useful," Lucan muttered, turning the band around his finger, "but I have to be strong by myself."

He leaned back, contemplating the steps he could take to increase his own power, independent of the ring. His years living with Maris had significantly expanded his mana capacity, even though he couldn't reach the true Kingdom-Class on his own. Still, he had become a formidable SS-Class Priest.

Lucan's abilities were broad—he could heal, cleanse toxins, summon divine spirits, enhance others' combat abilities, erect barriers, and perform a range of basic attack spells. Yet, his talents made him a better support mage than a standalone combatant. He could overpower any S-Class opponent, but against those of SS-Class, he would struggle.

"This ring… it will never come off," Lucan said to himself, reassured by its steadfast presence. This Nine Water Ring had been passed down to him from Maris, who had received it from the Spirit Queen. The ring's enchantments allowed him to wield water magic with unparalleled ease.

And if he got a small portion of water source, Lucan could manipulate the water element to his will, holding the potential to rise to SSS-Class in Water Magic.

But it was not just magic that Lucan focused on. His physical strength was equally important.

If what he knew was true then more Pride Ring he will use, the more powerful his physical ability will grow. In a sense, Pride Ring would help to become stronger and stronger and one day, he won't be needing the Pride Ring.

"Let's hope someone attacks me soon, so I can fight back and use this ring," Lucan thought.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a soft knock at the door. Lucan opened it to find Maris standing there, a bright smile on her face. She had brought breakfast for him.

After they finished eating together, Lucan prepared to try on the ceremonial outfit that had been tailored for him the previous day. Maris had decided to visit him later to see how it looked.

Lucan stepped into the outfit, looking at himself in the mirror. The garment was predominantly white, adorned with intricate gold and silver threads, a piece clearly meant for a high-ranking figure—perhaps even an Archpriest.

"How should I put this... isn't this outfit a bit too flashy?" Lucan muttered, his distaste for such ostentatious clothing evident.

"Oh no, it suits you perfectly!" The tailor said.

Next moment a soft knocked at door and Maris entered.

Lucan turned to see Maris, dressed in her white saintly robes. But as soon as their eyes met, Maris's knees gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. Lucan hurried over to her, worried she might be hurt, but she appeared dazed, trembling as she whispered.

"Hand...some..."

Lucan sighed softly. He had never been called handsome before, and now the most beautiful woman in the world was saying it.

"Lucan-sama... that outfit suits you so well... it's really wonderful..."

Maris remained on her knees, covering her mouth with both hands as tears welled up in her eyes. She was so overwhelmed with emotion that she began to cry uncontrollably.

"You look amazing, Lucan-sama. That outfit, white with silver and gold, is so handsome and dashing..."

"Yeah, I understand. Thank you," Lucan replied, trying to sound casual. He didn't like the outfit, but if Maris thought it looked good, he would wear it.

"I'll make some final adjustments to the hem and other details today... I'm looking forward to tomorrow's ceremony, right, Saint?" the tailor interjected, pleased with their work.

"Yes, I'm really looking forward to it! Finally, the day has come for Lucan-sama to be properly recognized by the world!" Maris said, beaming with pride.

Maris had finally stood up, clasping her hands together as she smiled radiantly. "I've always thought Lucan-sama should be acknowledged and respected by many people... it feels like that day has finally come!"

"Yeah, I guess," Lucan said. From the starting his goal was this but not like this. Anyways, tomorrow he knew many young boys going to hete him but he would also be appear in public eyes. Slowly, he just need to build a good reputation.

"Tomorrow's ceremony will surely prove it... that Lucan-sama deserves to stand beside the Saint," Maris muttered under her breath, almost as if she didn't intend for him to hear.

But Lucan did hear, and he couldn't help but think about the young men who would be filled with jealousy during the ceremony.

After Maris left, Lucan went back to his guest house. Maris returned to her duties, her mind still lingering on Lucan's strength and potential.

"Lucan-sama is definitely an S-Class Priest. With my help, I'm sure he can become an SSS-Class Priest soon. And he's also physically strong, already at an S-Class level... I never knew he was that strong. Hehe... it's good..." Maris thought, giggling to herself.

She had no doubt in her mind that Lucan could be even more powerful than what he shown at night, and perhaps he knew about her thoughts and everything she had planned.

But even if he did, it didn't matter to her. She just wanted to stay with him for the rest of her life. Everything else was meaningless.

However, soon she began to think what Lucia did.

"I'm not cold enough... Lucan-sama directly killed them without thought... If i were in his place i might have let them go."

Maris thought. She might let them go but she would probably break their mind.

"Well, it's okay I don't like killing but I'm cold enough to break their mind that they can't even recognise themselves," Maris though, as she no need to change herself.