Let's Train Heroine

The principal responsible for students education, while headmaster was person that hold secerts of academy, most powerful and person that save the academy if calamity ever struck academy.

Pushing the heavy books aside, Lucan leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with thoughts of how to infiltrate the headmaster\'s lair. The usual methods—stealth, charm, and deception—would not suffice this time. The stakes were too high, and the risks too great. He needed a plan that was as cunning as it was precise.

His thoughts drifted to the headmaster himself, a man known for his wisdom and unwavering loyalty to the academy\'s traditions. Lucan had observed him many times before, noting the man\'s habits, routines, and idiosyncrasies. The headmaster was a creature of discipline, and it was this very discipline that Lucan intended to exploit.

Suddenly, an idea began to form in Lucan\'s mind. It was risky, but if executed correctly, it could grant him access to the office without arousing suspicion. The key would be timing—timing, and a perfect understanding of the headmaster\'s schedule.

Lucan closed his eyes, recalling the headmaster\'s daily routine. Every morning at dawn, the headmaster would leave his office to oversee the morning drills in the training grounds. It was during this time that the office was left unguarded, save for the magical wards.

The guards, loyal but predictable, would be more focused on their patrols of the outer halls, leaving the inner sanctum momentarily vulnerable.

He opened his eyes, a determined glint in them. The plan was clear—he would strike at dawn, slipping into the office under the cover of early morning light. The wards, though formidable, could be temporarily disabled using a combination of magic and the knowledge he had acquired from studying he did in past few weeks.

But there was still one more obstacle to consider: the headmaster\'s familiarity with the relic and its significance. Lucan knew that if the headmaster suspected any unusual activity, he would respond swiftly and harshly. Everything had to be perfect.

With his plan solidified, Lucan stood up, extinguishing the candle as he did so. The library plunged into darkness, but Lucan moved with confidence, his mind already focused on the task ahead. The time had come to prepare for the heist that would bring him one step closer to ultimate power.

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The first rays of dawn filtered through the stained glass windows of the academy, casting colorful patterns on the stone floor as Lucan made his way through the silent corridors. Clad in his usual attire, he moved as his footsteps barely making a sound. The air was cool and still—the perfect conditions for the heist he had meticulously planned.

As he approached the hallway that led to the headmaster\'s office, Lucan slowed his pace, carefully observing the guards stationed at various points along the route. He had chosen this time precisely because he knew the guards would be changing shifts, leaving a brief window of opportunity for him to slip through unnoticed.

He reached the first ward, a shimmering barrier of protective magic that guarded the entrance to the headmaster\'s office. Lucan hesitated only for a moment before raising his hand, muttering an incantation under his breath. The ward flickered and dimmed as his water magic intertwined with its structure, gradually unraveling the complex spellwork that kept it intact.

Just as the ward began to dissipate, Lucan heard a faint rustle behind him. His heart skipped a beat as he whirled around, his hand instinctively reaching for the dagger hidden beneath his cloak.

"Lucan-sama?" a soft voice called out.

His eyes widened as Maris stepped out of the shadows, her expression a mixture of surprise and concern. She was dressed in her usual white robes, the ones that marked her as the academy\'s saint. Her light blue eyes, however, were filled with a worry.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed, quickly masking his surprise with a tone of authority.

"I could ask you the same," Maris replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced at the fading ward. "You\'re not supposed to be here."

Lucan\'s mind raced as he tried to think of an excuse, but Maris spoke again before he could respond.

"I had a feeling something was wrong," she said, taking a step closer to him. "You\'ve been acting strange lately, and I couldn\'t just sit back and do nothing."

Lucan knew Maris would find it. He was not doing his best to hide it.

"Let me help you," Maris\'s voice soft but insistent. "I don\'t know what you\'re planning, but I want to be there for you. We\'re in this together, remember?"

Lucan\'s eyes narrowed slightly. Well, that\'s it. Since he got found them why not take help. Although he wanted to keep this secret, it won\'t hurt even Maris knew it. Because, no one knew that Eye of Obsidien is relic and even others know it\'s Eye of Obsidien, they don\'t know that with help of Eye of Obsidien, someone could become Evil Magician. So chances of being exposed are not too high.

"I know you\'re strong," Maris said, her voice barely audible, "but even the strongest need help sometimes. Please, let me help you."

Lucan nodding slowly. "Alright," he said, "but you must follow my lead. This is dangerous, Maris, and I need you to trust me."

Maris\'s smile brightened, and she nodded eagerly. "I trust you, Lucan-sama. I always have."

Lucan turned back to the ward, quickly finishing the spell to disable it. As the barrier dissolved completely, he glanced at Maris. "Stay close," he instructed, "and don\'t make a sound."