Let's Train Heroine

Lucan is selfish. He just care about himself but recently he began to think Maris as his family.

He might never do anything that put his life in danger to save Maris but he might help Maris without considering anything in return.

However, there were some people that Lucan won't hesitate to give up his life to save. Those people were his biological family of this world.

Lucan, doesn't had family in last life and wanted a family very badly. Thus he care deeply about family in this life. He doesn't know but one thing he knew that, he cherish his family and when he achieve his goal, he would do whatever it takes to gather his family once again.

Currently, all his siblings and mother live seperately, rarely talk to each other. However that's not case with Lucan. He used to send letter to all his family members and receive letter from them.

He never came back home in last six years but he never lost contact with them.

He would had return every two or three month but with Maris, he decided to forget it. He can't bring Maris to capital if he did then Grand Temple would have sense it, and he can't leave Maris alone at town, so he had to stay there.

However, now that he was at capital, it nice to go and meet his siblings and mother.

Lucan made his way to his eldest brother's home first, a grand house just outside the capital. The Ironfist family had long been respected, and Roland Ironfist, the current head of the family, upheld their reputation with diligence and strength.

The house was much as Lucan remembered—large, well-kept, and bustling with life. A servant opened the door for him, her eyes widening in recognition. "Master Lucan, is it truly you? Please, come in, Master Roland will be so pleased."

Lucan stepped inside, the familiar scent of old wood and fresh flowers enveloping him. He was led into the sitting room, where he found Roland standing by the window, looking out over the gardens. Elara, Roland's wife, was seated nearby, reading quietly.

"Brother," Lucan called.

Roland turned slowly, his stern face softening into a rare smile. "Lucan... it's been too long. Far too long."

Elara stood, her warm smile echoing her husband's sentiments. "Welcome home, Lucan."

They embraced, "I'm sorry I've been away for so long," Lucan said as he pulled back.

Roland waved it off with a chuckle. "Well, I can understand why you never visited, so don't worry, what matters is that you atleast came to visit us after all those years."

As they talked, Lucan noticed a small girl peeking around the corner of the doorway. She was around five years old, with dark hair and bright eyes. Elara followed his gaze and smiled.

"Amelia, come here, darling. This is your Uncle Lucan."

Amelia hesitated for a moment before shuffling into the room, clutching a stuffed bear to her chest. "Hello, Uncle," she said quietly, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Lucan knelt to her level, smiling softly. "Hello, Amelia. I've heard so much about you."

Amelia blinked up at him, her shyness slowly giving way to interest. "Mommy said you help Saint Maris."

"That's right," Lucan said. "She's a very special girl."

Amelia's eyes brightened. "Can you tell me stories about her?"

Elara laughed softly, reaching out to stroke her daughter's hair. "Perhaps later, Amelia. Let's let your uncle settle in first."

The rest of the visit was filled with easy conversation. Roland and Elara caught Lucan up on the family's happenings, and Lucan shared what he could about his life. There was a warmth in the room that Lucan had missed—a sense of belongings. Before he left, Amelia pulled him aside, tugging on his sleeve.

"Uncle Lucan, will you come back soon?"

"Of course, Amelia. I'll visit again as soon as I can."

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Lucan's second stop was to visit his brother Cedric Ironfist, the family's free spirit and a renowned musician in the capital. Cedric lived in a quaint house not far from the city's bustling entertainment district, with his wife, Liana, who was expecting their first child.

As Lucan approached the house, he could hear the faint melody of a lute drifting through the open window—a familiar, soothing sound that brought back memories of quieter times.

He knocked on the door, and Liana, with her glowing smile, answered. Her hands instinctively moved to her growing belly, as if to share the moment with the child inside.

"Lucan! What a wonderful surprise!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up with genuine warmth.

"It's been too long, Liana," Lucan replied, stepping inside the cozy home. "How are you holding up?"

"Oh, as well as can be expected," she laughed, leading him to the sitting room. "Cedric will be thrilled to see you. He's been playing non-stop, getting ready for the baby."

Cedric was indeed in the sitting room, cradling his lute as if it were a treasure. When he saw Lucan, he jumped up, nearly knocking over his instrument.

"Lucan! I thought my ears were deceiving me when I heard you at the door!" Cedric's grin was as wide as ever, his eyes twinkling with the joy that always seemed to follow him.

They embraced, the warmth of brotherhood rekindling instantly. "I've missed your music, Cedric," Lucan said, as they settled down to talk.

"And I've missed having you around to hear it," Cedric replied, settling back with a contented sigh. "It's been too quiet without your criticisms."

Liana brought tea, and they sat together, chatting easily about the capital, Cedric's performances, and the upcoming addition to their family. Liana's happiness was infectious, and Lucan couldn't help but feel excited for them.

"Do you want to feel the baby?" Liana asked, her voice soft with anticipation.

Lucan hesitated only for a moment before nodding. Liana guided his hand to her belly, and after a few moments, he felt a small, fluttering movement.

"It's happy." Lucan said.

Cedric smiled, his hand resting on Liana's shoulder. "We're going to name him after you, you know."

"Really?" Lucan asked.

"Yes," Liana said, her eyes shining. "Lucan, for the first name, and something musical for the middle."

The visit ended with Cedric playing one of his new compositions, the music filling the room with a warmth that matched the smiles on their faces. Lucan left with a light heart, promising to return soon.

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Lastly, Lucan visited his youngest brother, Hugo Ironfist. Hugo had always been the practical one, and he had made a name for himself as a successful businessman. He lived in a quiet neighborhood with his wife, Mira, and their twin sons, Ethan and Oliver.

When Lucan arrived, he found the twins playing outside, their laughter echoing through the street. They were identical in appearance, with tousled dark hair and mischievous grins.

"Hello there," Lucan called as he approached, watching the boys pause in their game to study him curiously.

"Who are you?" Ethan asked, his head cocked to the side.

"I'm your Uncle Lucan," Lucan replied, kneeling to their level. "I've been away for a while, but I'm back now."

The boys exchanged a look, then Oliver piped up, "Do you know magic?"

Lucan chuckled, nodding. "I do, actually. Maybe I can show you a trick or two if you're good."

Their eyes widened in excitement, but before they could bombard him with questions, Mira appeared at the door, her hands on her hips. "Boys, don't pester your uncle," she chided gently, before turning her attention to Lucan. "Lucan, it's so good to see you. Come inside, Hugo's just finishing up some work."

Lucan followed her inside, the twins trailing behind him, still full of questions. Hugo was indeed finishing some paperwork at the dining table but stood up immediately when he saw Lucan.

"Lucan! You finally decided to grace us with your presence," Hugo teased, his smile wide as he embraced his brother.

"It's about time I did," Lucan replied, returning the embrace.

They spent the afternoon catching up, with Hugo sharing stories about his business ventures and the challenges of raising twin boys. Ethan and Oliver were full of energy, and Lucan found himself laughing more than he had in a long time.

"Do you have any adventures, Uncle?" Ethan asked, climbing onto Lucan's lap.

"A few," Lucan said, smiling down at him. "I'll tell you about them one day."

"Promise?" Oliver asked, his eyes serious.

"I promise," Lucan replied, ruffling his hair.

The visit ended with a family dinner, the table filled with laughter and stories. As the sun set and Lucan prepared to leave, Hugo walked him to the door.

"Don't be a stranger, Lucan. We're family, and family sticks together," Hugo said, his voice firm but warm.

"I won't," Lucan promised.

As he made his way back, he felt happy.

No matter how Lucan think, he love this family. Well, in future Maris will be also part of this family.

Next, let's meet sisters.

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Maris at Grand Temple was pouring as she looked at Lucan who just arrived after meeting his three brothers.

She was upset he didn't take her to meet his family.

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