Let's Train Heroine

Chapter 207: Heroine's Date Interrupted

Soon, the waiter approached their table, carefully balancing a silver tray adorned with two ornate glasses of what looked like an extravagant sundae. Layers of cream, fruit, and chocolate, topped with a glossy caramel drizzle, sparkled under the restaurant's soft lighting.

"Today's special dessert is a mixed fruit parfait with hand-whipped cream and caramelized sugar shards," the waiter announced with pride as he placed the glasses in front of them. "I hope it pleases you both."

Maris's eyes widened at the sight of the parfait. "Now this looks promising."

Lucan picked up his spoon, ready to dive in. "Let's see if it lives up to its reputation."

As they took their first bites, the combination of flavors was delightful—sweet and tangy fruit perfectly balanced by the richness of the cream and the slight bitterness of the caramel. Both of them let out small sounds of appreciation as they savored the dessert.

"This is... incredible," Maris said between bites. "I take back what I said earlier. This more than makes up for the small portions."

Lucan nodded in agreement, already halfway through his parfait. "I told you. This place never disappoints when it comes to dessert."

Their peaceful enjoyment, however, was soon interrupted by the clatter of heavy footsteps near the restaurant entrance. Lucan glanced up from his dessert and noticed a group of men, all dressed in black, entering the restaurant. They wore matching black masks and were armed with magic-infused artifacts that glowed faintly under the dim lighting.

The leader of the group, a tall figure with a menacing aura, strode into the center of the room. With a wave of his hand, the doors slammed shut, and a shimmering barrier appeared, sealing everyone inside.

"Everyone, stay where you are!" the masked leader shouted. "This restaurant is now under our control. Don't even think about escaping!"

A ripple of fear spread through the patrons, and several gasps filled the air. Waiters froze in place, and the restaurant's once-luxurious atmosphere turned tense and oppressive.

"We are the Four Darken!" the leader declared, his voice booming across the room. "You will not leave until the king meets our demands and releases our companion, imprisoned by the royal court!"

Maris paused mid-bite, her spoon still in hand. She glanced at Lucan, who remained calm, continuing to eat his parfait as if nothing had happened.

The black-masked men began moving through the restaurant, intimidating patrons and staff alike. They threatened anyone who dared to move, forcing people to cower in their seats. The leader of the group, standing at the center of the room, glanced around with a satisfied smirk beneath his mask.

As the masked men moved closer to Lucan and Maris's table, one of them—a shorter man with a crude demeanor—took particular notice of Maris. His eyes, barely visible through the slits in his mask, gleamed with lewd intent as they settled on her figure.

"Well, well," the man sneered, stepping closer. "What do we have here? A noblewoman? Or maybe a princess? You're quite the beauty, aren't you?"

Lucan shot him a warning glance but didn't say anything. He took another bite of his dessert, seemingly unfazed by the man's words. Maris, however, sighed, clearly annoyed.

The man's eyes lingered on Maris's exposed neckline, and his grin widened beneath the mask. "Maybe we should take you with us as a little extra insurance, huh?"

Lucan put down his spoon, his eyes narrowing dangerously, but before he could react, Maris lifted her hand and waved it dismissively.

In an instant, a faint ripple of magic radiated from her fingers. The man's grin froze, and his eyes widened in shock. Before he could utter another word, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious. A split second later, the rest of the black-masked men followed suit, their bodies crumpling to the floor in a synchronized fall, as if their strings had been cut.

The restaurant fell silent.

Lucan blinked, looking around at the unconscious bodies of the Four Darken. "Well... that was fast."

Maris took another bite of her parfait, completely unfazed. "They were annoying."

But their peace didn't last long. One by one, the patrons began to murmur, whispering amongst themselves as realization dawned on them.

"It's her… the Saint."

"The Saint saved us!"

"Oh, blessed Saint, thank you!"

Several patrons got up from their tables, some even bowing as they approached Maris and Lucan. Waiters, once frozen in fear, now began offering words of gratitude, their eyes full of admiration.

Maris's spoon paused mid-air as she glanced around, her expression tightening. She had hoped for a quiet evening with Lucan, but now, all eyes were on her, and the murmurs grew louder.

"Saint Maris, we are so blessed to have you here!"

"Please, Saint, let me offer you our thanks properly…"

A group of well-dressed patrons crowded closer, their reverence starting to feel suffocating. Maris shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her annoyance growing by the second. Lucan noticed the subtle tension in her posture and the way her eyes flickered, betraying her irritation.

Without a word, he stood up and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, signaling her to follow. "Come on, Maris," he said quietly, his tone calm but firm. "Let's get out of here." Enjoy exclusive adventures from M V L

Maris, grateful for the intervention, stood up, and Lucan swiftly led her toward the back exit. The crowd's voices rose in confused protest, but Lucan's presence was commanding enough to dissuade anyone from following too closely.

As they slipped out the door, leaving the chaos behind, Maris sighed in relief. "I didn't want all that attention," she muttered, a slight frown on her face. "It's exhausting."

Lucan smiled, walking beside her. "I know. That's why I got us out of there."

She glanced up at him, her irritation slowly fading. "Thanks, Lucan-sama."

After getting out of there, they didn't care what happens to that criminal group, but from what Lucan knew then soon knights will came and catch these criminals, then send them in the prison.