Let's Train Heroine

The sun had barely risen when Lucan arrived at his sister's house. As he approached, a servant greeted him, but before they could lead him inside, Sally came running out.

"Lucan!" she exclaimed, throwing herself at him.

Lucan staggered but managed to catch his balance just in time, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace. "Easy there, Sally," he chuckled. "Your not child anymore."

Sally pulled back slightly, a mischievous grin on her face. "Yes, but I can still do this!" Without warning, she bit his neck, not hard, but enough for him to feel it.

"Ow!" Lucan winced, rubbing the spot where her teeth had sunk in. "Sally. You're a wife and a mother, this doesn't suit you."

"So what? And I'm your older sister," she said with a mock huff, crossing her arms defiantly. "I can do whatever I want."

Lucan shook his head, smiling. "Really? It still hurts, you know."

Sally laughed, her blue hair falling over her red eyes. "I could've bitten harder, you know. Consider it a punishment for staying away for so long."

"Is that so?" Lucan leaned forward and nipped her ear in retaliation.

"Ouch!" Sally cried out, backing away as she rubbed her ear. "Lucan! You're still as mean as ever."

"We're even now," Lucan said with a smirk.

Sally rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile.

Sally used to bite Lucan neck whenever they hugged and Lucan bite her ear in return. It's was fun but Lucan decided to stop it once Sally marry. However after she married, he went to do his study to become priest and then border town. After marriage, it's first time he met Sally.

"Your didn't seem like grow but like child," Lucan said as he looked her up and down. She was beautiful woman, 28 years old with beautiful womenly figure and hair but still act like child.

"Well, maybe I have in other ways," Sally said, linking her arm with his. "Come on, let's go inside. We've got a lot to catch up on."

As they walked towards the house, Sally turned to a maid. "Bring us something sweet and some tea, please."

Once inside, they settled in a cozy room, each taking a chair opposite the other. Sally leaned forward, her eyes searching Lucan's face. "So, why didn't you visit all these years?"

"I was raising Maris. I couldn't leave her alone, and I couldn't bring her to the capital either. If the Grand Temple found out she's the Saint, who knows what some of the nobles might try. I wanted to educate her properly before introducing her to that world."

Sally nodded slowly. "I see. But you know, we missed you. I missed you."

"I missed you too, Sally. I'm sorry," Lucan said earnestly. "But what about you? How's life been treating you?"

Sally was silent for a while, and asked, "Can I tell you something?"

"You don't need ask me to tell something,"

"Yeah, well you see... My life is lonely, mostly. Unhappy, if I'm being honest."

Lucan's brow furrowed. "Lonely? But you have a family."

"Do I?" Sally's tone was bitter, though she still smiled. "My husband only thinks about work. He's taken our son under his wing, and they're always off together, building the business or doing something I'm not involved in."

"You don't see them?"

Sally shook her head. "I haven't seen my husband in a month, even though we live in the same house. He married me for the Ironfist family name, you know. Once he got a son out of me, he moved on to what really matters to him."

"Well..."

Sally continued, her voice dropping. "After Father died, we all just… drifted apart. I haven't seen any of our siblings in years, except for the letters you send. You were always the glue that held us together after Father passed, but then you left too… So now... there is no one I can talk freely and spent time."

"I didn't realise this... Sorry."

"It's not your fault," she said softly. "But I'm glad you're here now. Talking to you… it makes me feel like I'm not so alone."

Lucan reached across the table and took her hand. "I'm going to live in capital for from now on, so let's meet regularly, how does that sound?"

Sally squeezed his hand, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "I'm happy, what else i can say."

"If you happy then I'm happy."

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Meanwhile, in a small, dimly lit room at the border town, Maris lay on her bed, her light blue eyes staring daggers at the ceiling. The soft pink of her hair spread out like a halo on the pillow, a stark contrast to the frustration etched on her face.

"I can't believe him," she muttered, her voice tinged with irritation. "Staying over at her house without even asking me first…"

She rolled over, clutching the blanket tightly. The thought of Lucan spending the night at Sally's place gnawed at her. Sally had always been a bit too close for comfort, and while Maris knew they were siblings, it didn't make the situation any easier to swallow.

"That woman…" Maris grumbled under her breath. "She's got him wrapped around her little finger. And now he's not even coming back tonight."

Her mind raced with thoughts of how Sally might be monopolizing Lucan's time, filling his head with who knows what. The idea of them sitting together, talking, laughing, while she was left alone, made her blood boil.

"Stupid Sally," she spat, burying her face into the pillow. "He should be here with me, not over there."

She tried to shake off the feeling, reminding herself that it was just one night. But deep down, the seed of jealousy had already taken root, and she knew that until Lucan returned, she wouldn't be able to shake the uneasy feeling. "I'll just have to make sure he knows where he belongs when he gets back," she whispered, a determined glint in her eyes.