Let's Train Heroine

The sun cast long shadows over the academy grounds as the day's activities drew to a close. Students meandered through the courtyards, exchanging notes and stories from their classes. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant chatter of birds, creating a serene atmosphere that belied the turmoil in Maris's heart.

Maris walked with an air of quiet confidence, her soft pink hair catching the last rays of sunlight. Her light blue eyes were sharp, scanning the faces around her. For the past few days, something had been bothering her—an unsettling presence that she couldn't ignore. A fellow assistant teacher, Elina, had been lingering too close to Lucan.

This girl, with her chestnut hair and bright laughter, had caught Lucan's attention once or twice, and it was enough to make Maris's blood boil. Lucan had been spending less time with her, and seeing someone else monopolizing his time stirred a deep anger within her.

She vividly recalled the way Lucan had smiled at Elina during a casual conversation in class. It was a small, polite smile, but to Maris, it felt like a dagger to her heart. Lucan was hers. She couldn't let anyone else even think of taking him away. Her fingers clenched around the book she carried, a faint blue glow of divine magic flickering at her fingertips before she willed it away.

She was supposed to be the saint, pure and kind, but when it came to Lucan, her possessiveness overpowered her saintly demeanor.

Maris knew she had to do something about Elina before things got out of hand. As she made her way through the academy, she spotted Elina standing near the fountain in the central garden, laughing with a fellow student. The sight grated on Maris's nerves. How dare she laugh when she had been trying to steal Lucan's attention?

Maris had erased Elina's memories of Lucan once before, hoping it would end her infatuation. But when Elina saw Lucan again, she had fallen for him all over. Maris now realized that simply erasing memories wouldn't be enough. Some girls, like Elina, were drawn to power and charm, easily falling in love with anyone who possessed those traits. Erasing her memories again would be a temporary fix at best.

This time, Maris needed to ensure Elina stayed away from Lucan for good.

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With determined steps, Maris approached them, her presence almost ghostly as she glided silently across the cobblestone path. She waited until Elina's student left before making her move, allowing a small, sweet smile to form on her lips.

"Hello, Teacher Elina," Maris greeted, her voice syrupy sweet, though her eyes remained cold.

Elina turned, surprised to see Maris. She quickly masked her surprise with a polite smile. "Oh, Saint Maris! I didn't see you there. How are you?"

Maris's smile didn't reach her eyes. "I'm well, thank you. I've been meaning to talk to you about something."

Elina's smile faltered, a hint of unease creeping into her expression. "What is it?"

"It's about Lucan-sama," Maris began, her tone casual, but her eyes locked onto Elina's with an intensity that made the other girl take a small step back. "I've noticed you've been spending quite a bit of time around him lately."

Elina blinked, clearly taken aback by the directness. "I—I don't think I've been spending that much time with him. We've just had a few conversations. Since I'm new here, I've been asking for advice."

"A few conversations," Maris echoed, her voice dropping to a low murmur. She took a step closer to Elina, invading her personal space. "You see, Lucan-sama is very dear to me. I'm sure you understand."

Elina's eyes widened slightly. She could feel the subtle shift in Maris's demeanor—no longer the sweet and gentle saint. She took another step back, but Maris followed, her gaze unyielding.

"I would hate for anything unfortunate to happen because of a misunderstanding," Maris continued, her voice still soft but carrying an edge that sent a shiver down Elina's spine. "Lucan-sama has a lot on his mind right now, and the last thing he needs is unnecessary distractions."

Elina swallowed hard, her heart racing. "I—I didn't mean to cause any trouble, Saint Maris. I was just being friendly."

"Of course you were," Maris said, her smile returning, but it didn't reach her eyes. "But perhaps it would be best if you focused your friendliness elsewhere. Lucan-sama isn't available, you understand?"

The unspoken threat hung in the air between them, cold and heavy. Elina nodded quickly, her face pale. "Yes, I understand. I'll stay away from him."

Maris's smile widened, pleased with the response. "Good. I knew you'd understand. We wouldn't want any unpleasantness, now would we?"

Elina shook her head, unable to speak, her voice caught in her throat.

"Thank you for being so reasonable," Maris said, her tone bright once more. She turned and walked away, leaving Elina standing alone by the fountain, shaken.

As Maris left the garden, she felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. However It wasn't enough to simply be close to Lucan. She needed to ensure that no one else even thought about getting close to him. He was hers, and she would protect what was hers, no matter the cost. Elina had been warned, and Maris knew she wouldn't dare defy her.

A threat was far more effective than erasing memories—this way, Elina would live in constant fear of crossing her again.

Meanwhile, Lucan was completely unaware of the events unfolding around him. As he walked through the academy halls, his mind was consumed with thoughts of the relic and the map pieces he was trying to piece together. He had no idea that Maris, his devoted saint, was quietly eliminating anyone she saw as a threat to their relationship.

Even if he knew, Lucan wouldn't have cared—he trusted Maris, as long as she didn't cause any permanent harm. He only hoped she wouldn't become a crazy yandere.

But Maris was careful, always ensuring her actions were just enough to keep others at bay without drawing too much attention to herself. In her mind, everything she did was for the sake of their future together. Lucan was hers, and she would not let anyone come between them. Not now, not ever.