Let's Train Heroine

Maris lay unconscious, her body battered and drained from the overwhelming surge of power that had nearly consumed her. The remnants of the dungeon lay in ruins around her. The air was still, the silence deafening—an eerie calm after the storm of destruction.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a soft, ethereal sound—a gentle breeze that stirred the dust and debris, carrying with it a faint glow. The light grew brighter, illuminating the darkness that had settled over the ruins, until it coalesced into a majestic form. A White Pegasus, radiant and serene, appeared beside Maris.

Its wings were wide and graceful, each feather shimmering with a celestial glow. The Pegasus lowered its head, touching its muzzle gently to Maris's cheek, as if urging her to wake.

With a soft whinny, the White Pegasus lifted Maris carefully onto its back. Its wings unfurled, and with a single powerful beat, it soared into the sky, leaving the devastation of the dungeon far behind. The world below blurred into a tapestry of greens and blues as the Pegasus ascended, carrying Maris to a place untouched by the darkness she had unleashed.

They flew over mountains, rivers, and forests until they reached a secluded, breathtakingly beautiful valley. The valley was bathed in golden light, with flowers of every color blooming in abundance, their sweet fragrance filling the air. A crystal-clear lake mirrored the sky, its surface rippling gently in the breeze.

The White Pegasus descended slowly, landing on the soft grass by the lake. It knelt down, allowing Maris to slide gently onto the ground. For a moment, all was still. Then, as if sensing the change in the atmosphere, Maris stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped as she took in her surroundings.

"Where…?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.

She sat up, her gaze sweeping over the serene landscape. The beauty of the place took her breath away. But then her eyes fell on the White Pegasus, standing regally before her, and she was stunned into silence.

The Pegasus met her gaze, its eyes filled with a wisdom. "Maris," it spoke, its voice soft yet resonant, echoing in her mind. "You have awakened."

Maris's heart skipped a beat. She had heard stories of the White Pegasus—an ancient, divine creature, with first saint, they made living space for human.

"You have become Empire Class," the White Pegasus continued, its tone gentle but firm. "A being whose power can affect an entire empire. But your power has grown too rapidly, Maris. You did not have time to adapt, and because of that, your power spiraled out of control."

Maris swallowed hard, the memories of the dungeon flooding back to her. She could still feel the wild energy surging within her, a force that had nearly destroyed her, along with everything around her. "What… what should I do?" she asked.

"There is a way to fix this," The Pegasus. "You must seal your power, return to D Class, and then unseal your strength gradually—little by little—until you are confident you can control it. Only then will you be able to harness your true potential without risking the destruction you have already witnessed."

Maris nodded, her mind racing. "But… how do I seal my power?" she asked.

The White Pegasus took a step closer, lowering its head so that its warm breath brushed against her skin. "I will teach you a skill," it said. "A skill that will allow you to seal your power. But heed my warning, Maris. This seal is delicate. If you ever experience too much sadness, anger, joy, or excitement, the seal will break.

And when it does, the suppressed power within you will be unleashed all at once, with devastating consequences."

Maris listened intently as the Pegasus began to impart the skill she needed. She felt the energy within her responding to the skill, forming the seal that would contain her vast power.

It was a delicate balance, a careful weaving of divine energy and willpower. As Maris worked, she could feel the power within her being drawn inward, compacted into a smaller, more manageable form. The seal began to take shape, binding her power and reducing it to the level of a D Class being.

Finally, the process was complete. Maris exhaled, feeling a profound sense of relief as the wild energy was subdued, held in check by the seal. For the first time since the dungeon, she felt in control.

The White Pegasus stepped back, "You have done well, Maris," it said. "But remember, this seal is both your salvation and your burden. You must keep your emotions in check, for if the seal breaks, the consequences will be dire."

Maris nodded.

The Pegasus's expression grew serious. "There is one more thing you must know," it said. "In the near future, three Evil Magicians will rise. They will bring chaos and destruction, and they must be stopped. If you do not kill all three, the entire region will be destroyed once again."

"How?" Maris eyes widened. As saint, she knew she was born to kill Evil Magician but there should be only 1 Evil Magician, why is there 2 more this time.

"You must all three of them, no matter, only by killing them, can this region survive otherwise..."

Before Pegasus complete speaking, it began to fade, its form dissolving into the air like mist.

"Wait!" Maris called out, reaching out her hand. "I have so many questions—"

But the Pegasus did not answer. Its voice echoed in her mind one last time as it disappeared completely. "Kill all three Evil Magician. That's your duty as Saint."

Maris stood there for a long moment, her hand still outstretched, as the last remnants of the White Pegasus's presence faded away. She was alone again, standing by the tranquil lake in the beautiful valley.

Slowly, she lowered her hand. Maris doesn't know why there are 2 more Evil Magician but she knew that she had to kill them. That's what all privious saint did and it's also her duty.