Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Going on Market with Heroine
Maris looked at the plain dress and thanked Lucan. She then took off the shirt she was wearing, getting completely naked. She was about to put on the dress when Lucan stopped her.

“Before you put on the dress, wear this underneath,” Lucan said, handing her a thin t-shirt and underwear.

“Okay,” Maris nodded, not minding that she was naked in front of a man. She didn’t have any concept of being naked in front of others as something bad. Lucan thought that he needed to teach her about the differences between men and women.

After she changed, she smiled and looked at herself from different angles.

Lucan looked at her and had to admit that Maris was a beautiful girl. She had pink hair that, after her bath yesterday, was shiny and reached her shoulders, falling freely. She had a cute face with blue eyes.

Lucan remembered the game, and in the game, there were many illustrations of Maris. In all those illustrations, Maris was the most beautiful, wearing all types of clothes.

Lucan once again felt sad that he met Maris early. Well, there were other heroines’ mothers who were beautiful. If he got the chance, he might make those heroines’ mothers his wives.

For now, he needed to go shopping.

“Let me take this shirt for washing,” Lucan said, reaching out for the shirt that Maris was wearing.

However, before he could grab the shirt, Maris grabbed it and held it tightly, saying, “I will do it. I will wash it since I was the one wearing it.”

“Are you sure?” Lucan asked. Inside, he was happy. With this, he could leave all the washing to Maris in the future. He had a beautiful maid who would do all the work.

“Yes, let me do it,” she said firmly, and Lucan was happy to let her do it.

She then carefully placed the shirt in one spot and tottered towards Lucan.

“Let’s go then,” Lucan said, and he and Maris went out.

Lucan lived in Shinybell Town. The town was located at the border of the Kingdom, and within a hundred kilometers, it was the largest, with five thousand people.

Compared to Earth, this world seemed bigger, but it had very few places where humans lived, and the population was also very low.

Lucan and Maris were walking through the market when Lucan spotted a familiar person.

“Hey, who is that child?” An attractive woman walked over, put her hands around Lucan’s shoulders, and asked.

“Rina, can you please not touch me like this?” Lucan tried to pull Rina’s hands away but was unsuccessful.

“I’m beautiful, aren’t I?” Rina asked.

“Yes, you are,” Lucan said. Rina was beautiful, but only Lucan thought that. It’s not that she was bad looking—she was attractive—but in this world, it was normal. Lucan was the kind of guy who thought that everyone had beauty in their own way.

“I’m a beautiful woman, so shouldn’t you feel happy that I’m touching you? Look, even my chest is pressing against your arm. Don’t you feel the softness?”

“Rina, please.”

“Okay, I was joking,” Rina said, taking her hand back. She then looked at Maris, who was hiding behind Lucan.

“So, who is this girl?”

“She has a good talent for holy arts, so I decided to accept her at the temple as a priestess,” Lucan said. “Maris, this is Rina, the strongest person in our town. If you ever get in trouble that requires strength, you can ask her for help.”

“Yes, girl, I’m strong, and if you want to get strong, you can also come to my place to learn,” Rina said, showing her muscular arms.

“She teaches children your age. If you want, you can go there, make some friends, and learn some combat skills,” Lucan said.

“Hm,” Maris nodded, still holding onto Lucan’s shirt.

“By the way, can you handle her?” Rina asked.

“Don’t worry, I can, and if I ever need help, aren’t you here to help me?” Lucan smiled.

“Don’t come to me only when you need help,” Rina sighed. “Well, if you ever need help, I’m happy to help you. But come to my place for tea sometime. You can also bring Maris.” Rina squatted down and looked at Maris with a smile. “Come to my place sometime. I will be happy.”

“Hm,” Maris nodded, still nervous about talking with new people.