Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Heroine Slept with Lucan in Sleeping Bag
“Lucan-sama, say ahhh,” Maris instructed, her tone playful as she held a piece of grilled fish on a fork towards him.

Lucan hesitated for a moment but then complied, opening his mouth. “A-ahhh…”

Maris carefully fed him the fish, watching with a satisfied smile as he chewed. The two had been stranded on a deserted island, and night had now fallen. Despite their predicament, Maris seemed to be in unusually high spirits, her behavior far more relaxed and intimate than usual.

They had set up a small campfire on the beach, using the driftwood they had gathered earlier. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow around them as the sound of waves lapping against the shore filled the night air. Overhead, the sky was a canvas of deep blue, dotted with countless stars that twinkled like diamonds.

“Here, another bite,” Maris urged, holding out another piece of fish.

Lucan accepted it without protest. She had been smiling ever since they got stranded, her usual saintly composure replaced with a more carefree, almost mischievous attitude.

The reason, well it’s night but there was no sign of rescue. This must Maris’s work. She must have used her power to delay rescue.

The fork they were using had been a fortunate find, washed up on the beach earlier that day. Maris had used her magic to clean and sanitize it, ensuring it was safe for them to use.

“Maris, you should eat too,” Lucan said after swallowing another bite. “I’ve been eating this whole time.”

“Oh, right… mmm.” Maris ate a piece of fish herself, using the same fork she had been feeding Lucan with. Her eyes sparkled as she savored the taste, and Lucan noticed how she seemed to enjoy the fact that they were sharing the same utensil.

As they finished their meal, Lucan stretched his arms, feeling the day’s exhaustion starting to catch up with him. “Alright, we’re done. Let’s sleep early. There’s nothing else to do on a deserted island.”

“Yeah, let’s,” Maris agreed, her tone soft and content.

“By the way,” she added with a hint of excitement, “I found this on the beach earlier.”

Lucan turned to see Maris pulling out a large, rolled-up bundle from the bushes nearby. As she unfurled it, he realized what it was—a sleeping bag.

“Is that… a sleeping bag?” he asked, somewhat surprised.

“Mhmm! With this size, we can both fit. It’ll be tight, but if we snuggle, it’ll work,” Maris said, her eyes gleaming with a playful challenge.

“Well… Fine,” Lucan said.

Maris quickly slid into the sleeping bag, her movements graceful and fluid. She then looked up at Lucan, her usual purity replaced with a look that was undeniably seductive. “Come on, join me,” she beckoned, patting the space beside her.

Lucan nodded and slowly lowered himself into the sleeping bag beside her. It was a tight fit, as Maris had mentioned, but the warmth of her body against his made the space feel more intimate than uncomfortable. As they settled in, the reality of their situation sank in—stranded on a deserted island, sharing a sleeping bag under the open sky.

The night was quiet except for the gentle sound of the waves and the occasional crackle of the dying fire. Lucan closed his eyes, willing himself to relax, but the awareness of Maris’s body pressed against his made it difficult to find peace.

Sometime during the night, Lucan drifted off to sleep. He woke up at dawn to find the first light of the sun peeking over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the beach. As he stirred, he became aware of something strange—his clothes were gone.

Lucan frowned, realizing that it wasn’t his clothes that were gone but that he had slept only in his underwear. For a moment he forgot he was on the island.

He glanced over at Maris, who was still asleep beside him, her breathing soft and even. She too was still in her makeshift leaf bikini, though the flimsy material did little to conceal her form.

“Zzz…”

“Mmm…”

Maris murmured in her sleep, shifting slightly closer to Lucan, her arms wrapping around him instinctively. The feel of her body pressed against his was both comforting and alarming, her warmth and softness.

As her chest pressed against him through the thin leaves of her bikini, Lucan felt good but he could control himself easily.

This was great, and he hoped that Maris’s charm power wouldn’t level up.

Lucan carefully slipped out of the sleeping bag, trying not to disturb Maris. As he stood, he cast one last glance at her peaceful face, her pink hair splayed out on the ground like a halo.

Is Maris still asleep? Lucan wondered.

However, he didn’t think much and decided to leave the campsite for a bit, needing to clear his head and take care of some personal matters. He quietly walked into the bushes, finding a secluded spot to relieve himself. Afterward, he took a moment to survey the area, hoping to find something edible that they could use for breakfast.

The island was lush and green, with a dense forest that extended inland. As he walked, Lucan kept an eye out for any signs of wild fruits or vegetables. It would be a nice surprise for Maris when she woke up, something to show that he wasn’t completely useless in this situation.

After a short search, Lucan’s eyes lit up as he spotted a cluster of bright, tropical-looking fruits hanging from a tree. They were large and colorful, with a sweet, enticing aroma that suggested they were ripe and ready to eat.

“These look promising,” he murmured to himself, reaching up to pluck a few from the branches. The fruits were soft to the touch, their skin giving way slightly under his fingers.

Just as he was about to grab a second fruit, Lucan heard a low, rumbling sound from behind him.

Huh? Is something there? Lucan thought, slowly turning around.

Through the dense foliage, barely visible in the morning light, was a magnificent creature. Its feathers gleamed with vibrant hues of red, orange, and gold, its wings shimmering as if made of fire itself. There was no mistaking the majestic form of a Phoenix.

Lucan was strong, strong enough that only Kingdom Class people could harm him. And in this world, Kingdom Class people were few. So he wasn’t afraid of the Phoenix.

He looked closely and found that the Phoenix was injured, its wings drooping, and the usual vibrant glow of its feathers dimmed. The bird’s eyes were filled with pain, and its movements were slow and labored, as if it was trying to hide its presence while it recovered from its wounds.

What’s a Phoenix doing here… and in such a state? Lucan thought, his mind racing as he tried to assess the situation.