Let's Train Heroine

Chapter 208: Heroine's Love Taking a Day Off

"Good morning, Teacher Lucan."

As Lucan stepped into the staff dining hall, he was greeted by Xue Lan, the biology teacher, who offered him a polite nod while stirring her tea leisurely.

"Good morning, Teacher Xue," Lucan replied, his voice slightly stiff as he made his way to a nearby table.

"Are you on break today as well?" Xue Lan asked casually, taking a sip of her tea.

"Yes. I finished up all my work yesterday, even though it was supposed to be my day off," Lucan explained, settling into a chair and stretching his arms. His body felt a bit sore from the extra effort, but he relished the thought of an idle day ahead.

"I see," Xue Lan responded, still gently swirling her tea. "If you're free, would you like to join me at the arena? There's an Under-18 semifinal match today."

Lucan paused, considering the offer briefly. "No, I'll pass," he said with a slight shake of his head. "I'd rather spend today resting. I'm sure the students will do fine without me cheering. Please root for them on my behalf, Teacher Xue."

Xue Lan's eyebrows drooped slightly as she gave a small sigh. "That's too bad… I thought it'd be more fun with you there."

Before Lucan could reply, the sound of heavy footsteps approached. "Good morning to you both," came a deep, booming voice. Lucan and Xue Lan turned to see Grayson, the history teacher, greeting them with his large hand raised.

"Good morning, Teacher Grayson," Lucan said, sitting up straighter.

"You're early today," Xue Lan remarked, offering Grayson a warm smile.

"Yes," Grayson grunted with a grin. "I'm heading to the arena to support the students. Alec, Kiran, and Lucy are in the semifinals today."

"Three out of four students making it this far is impressive," Xue Lan commented, her eyes lighting up. "I've heard quite a bit about Alec and Kiran's rivalry."

Grayson nodded, pride gleaming in his eyes. "They had some tension before, but it looks like they've patched things up. If they both win their respective matches, they'll meet in the finals. That'll be a fight worth watching."

"And Lucy?" Lucan asked curiously. "She was a student here too, right? I don't know much about her since she didn't attend any of my classes. And what about fourth semifinalist"

"Yes, Lucy's an apprentice swordswoman. She doesn't talk much, but she's got talent," Grayson replied. "As for the other semifinalist, well…" Grayson shrugged dismissively. "Just some wandering swordsman. An unnamed man with no notable background."

"A wandering swordsman?" Lucan raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward.

Grayson waved it off, his tone filled with certainty. "Yes, he seems decent enough, but apparently, he's self-taught. His fundamentals aren't solid. Our students will likely beat him easily."

If Lucan's memory of the game was correct, this nameless man wasn't someone to underestimate. In one of the game routes, the wandering swordsman emerged as a powerful figure—and could even end up with Maris in certain storylines.

But this world was no longer the game he once knew.

"We'll see," Lucan muttered quietly, though Grayson was already moving on, speaking animatedly to Xue Lan about the upcoming match. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Lucan excused himself and made his way back to his quarters.

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Once in the quiet room, Lucan breathed out, grateful for the calm after the morning's interactions. The wooden bookshelf against the wall caught his eye, and he quickly reached for a thick, leather-bound novel. Today was a perfect day for reading.

He settled into a cushioned chair by the window, opening the book to the first chapter, his mind wandering to the topic he had been meaning to explore for some time—the legends surrounding the third saint of this world.

This saint was unlike any other. Revered not only for her piety but also for her enigmatic power—the ability to control time itself.

The book described her as a figure of awe, both feared and worshiped in equal measure. It was said that she had witnessed the beginning and the end of the world, traversing the flow of time like a river, and glimpsing all possibilities, all futures. Her name had long since been lost to the ages, but her legacy persisted. Experience more content on M V L

The pages Lucan turned were filled with accounts of her power and the legends that had grown around her. Some claimed she could halt time with a mere thought, bending reality to her will. Others whispered that she could peer into the future and alter it, ensuring outcomes she desired would come to pass.

But what intrigued Lucan most was the prophecy she had left behind—a cryptic message foretelling the rise of a saint who would one day rule the world.

The exact words of the prophecy were recorded in the book as follows:

From the ashes of ruin, a saint will rise. Not bound by the chains of mortality, this saint shall wield power over life and death, light and shadow. The world shall bow before their will, and under their reign, the old order shall crumble, giving way to a new age.

Lucan read the passage again, his mind racing. Could this prophecy refer to Maris? She was already hailed as the current saint, blessed with divine power, moreover Maris have power to bend reality according to her will. But it didn't seem referring to Maris because Maris didn't rise from ashes or ruin.

Moreover, he knew ending of game, there were many endings in the game but none of them ending suggest Maris would rule the world.

As Lucan's thoughts drifted, his mind pieced together bits of information he had learned over time. No matter how he think, this doesn't seem to refering to Maris, then who?

Lost in thought, Lucan barely noticed the passage of time until the soft chiming of the academy's bells reminded him that morning had turned into afternoon.

Shutting the book gently, Lucan stood and stretched. There was still much to think about, but he resolved to focus on today.