Let's Train Heroine

In the bustling marketplace, the sun cast a warm, golden glow across cobbled streets, illuminating the woman who seemed to glide rather than walk. She wore a striking white silk dress, one that fit her like a second skin and left little to the imagination. The dress left a deep, enticing line of cleavage and barely covered her to mid-thigh, hinting at curves that turned heads as she passed by. A built-in belt wrapped around her narrow waist, accentuating her figure and drawing attention to her double-E bust, each step she took causing a subtle sway. She wore no bra; she hardly ever did, her confidence apparent in every movement.

Her legs were long, toned, and accentuated by six-inch white heels that clicked rhythmically against the stones, adding height to her already statuesque form. She had fudge-brown eyes, warm but intense, under elegantly shaped brows. Her long chestnut hair flowed down to her mid-back, catching the light and shimmering with every subtle shift of her head. Her amber skin was flawless, glowing against the white silk that only seemed to amplify her allure.

Heads turned as she moved, but she hardly seemed to notice, her focus drawn to the rows of potions displayed on a small, wooden cart by the side of the street. Bottles of different sizes, colors, and aromas lined the cart, each promising a different effect: some healing, others energizing, a few rumored to be enchanted for unique purposes. Her gaze was discerning, her eyes drifting over each potion bottle with a practiced eye as she picked up a vial here and there, studying the label with a faint frown.

Suddenly, she stopped, her attention snapping away from the potions. Her body tensed as if sensing something amiss. She turned her gaze sharply toward the east, her brows knitting together in a troubled frown. She felt it—an energy shift, a subtle disturbance, yet powerful enough to register like a tremor across the landscape.

"The barrier is broken?" she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with surprise and a hint of apprehension. Her gaze was locked on the eastern horizon, as though she could pierce the miles between and see the very event that had just unfolded.

The woman's eyes narrowed as she continued to gaze toward the east, her vision sharpening as she saw far beyond the ordinary range of sight. Like the peeling back of layers, the land before her became clear: valleys and rivers, forests and towns, all faded away as she focused, her gaze stretching out until she found what she was searching for.

There, miles away, stood a group of individuals—Maris, Lucan, Virnda, Nyx, Meri, and Kerum.

Around them, remnants of the ancient barrier shimmered as it fractured and fell away, the power binding the Saint's Region finally shattered.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But as she looked closer, she noticed something else—a new barrier had formed in its place, one that hummed with a potent, though lesser, energy. It was not as powerful as the original barrier she had once created, yet it was formidable, more than enough to deter anyone of moderate strength. Only those of exceptional power would be able to break it. The woman's eyes glinted with satisfaction as she watched Maris and the others reinforce their new shield, combining their powers to weave it tightly over the region like an invisible armor.

The woman's lips curled into a smile, a mix of intrigue and amusement dancing across her face. "So," she murmured, her voice carrying a note of satisfaction, "they finally appear—the ones I've been waiting for." She tilted her head thoughtfully, considering the potential in each of them. They had enough strength and resolve to defy the confines of the barrier she'd put in place so long ago, yet they'd taken the foresight to build their own defense in its stead.

"Interesting," she whispered to herself, her fingers idly playing with a lock of her chestnut hair as a plan began to form in her mind.

With one last look toward the eastern horizon, she turned and stepped back into the street, her every move as confident as before. "Time to see if they're as capable as they seem," she murmured to herself, already planning her approach.

Soon, The woman approached them with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her white silk dress shimmering in the light, hinting at both elegance and danger. Her amber skin glowed softly, and her fudge-brown eyes held a knowing gleam as she surveyed the group, each of them poised and ready for anything. Her heels clicked softly against the ground as she stopped a few paces away, her gaze lingering on each of them in turn.

Maris took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for her staff, while Lucan's eyes widened, recognition flashing across his face. He seemed momentarily stunned, but he quickly masked it.

The woman gave them a gentle smile, her voice smooth and warm. "I must say, I'm impressed," she said, her eyes glinting with admiration. "Breaking that barrier is no small feat—it's a task many would have deemed impossible."

Nyx and Meri exchanged glances, both cautious yet intrigued by her sudden appearance. Kerum stepped forward slightly, his stance protective.

Virnda, however, simply smiled, her expression unreadable as she observed the woman. Unlike the others, she recognize her, but she kept that knowledge to herself, her eyes flickering with a hint of amusement.

"Who are you?" Maris finally asked, her tone steady yet wary.

The woman only chuckled softly, not revealing much. "For now, I'm just an admirer. Let's say I've been watching your progress with… great interest."

Lucan remained silent, though he couldn't hide his shock entirely. He knew her. When he played the game, he saw this woman, he remembered her clearly because this woman was only woman with nude scene in the game. She was absolutely beauty and her nude scene was one of the most famous scene of game.

The Strongest Saint, The First Saint, Aurelia Celestine.