Before Relecta could utter another word, Alan seized the moment, leaping forward to seal her lips with his own. Surprised by his bold move, Relecta's eyes widened as her body tensed, but soon she melted into the kiss, returning his passion with equal fervor.
As their lips met, their kiss deepened, tongues intertwining in a passionate embrace, sealing their love for each other in a moment of intense connection. The water tendrils constricting her limbs burst away as she further embraced Alan.
Holding Alan tightly, Relecta gently extracted him from herself and was shocked to find his body lifeless, with shallow breathing. Panic surged through her veins as she carefully laid Alan down on the floor, her mind racing with frantic thoughts and fears. When she looked up, she saw Zeneth standing tall, fully healed, with his wand in one hand and a vial of potion in the other.
In a rush of urgency, Relecta pulled Zeneth down, her voice trembling with fear as she pleaded, "Please, you have to help him! Is he dead? Did I kill him? Please tell me our kiss didn't harm him...please!"
Watching Relecta's frantic request for assistance, Father Zeneth couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment as her barely covered bosom swung before him. With a sigh, he quickly moved to check on Alan's condition, pressing his ear against Alan's chest to listen for any signs of life. After a tense moment, he smiled in reassurance before delivering the news to Relecta, still avoiding her gaze.
"Don't worry, he's still with us. I'll administer this potion to help him recover," Father Zeneth began, his tone shifting from excitement to solemnity as he looked past Relecta. "But in the meantime, you'll need to handle the situation at hand."
Relecta sensed Zeneth's discovery and nodded in acknowledgment. Turning her gaze, she confronted the regenerating siren monster, its roars echoing through the chamber.
"You!!!" The monster's voice reverberated with anger. "You brat!!! You betrayed your creators!!!! You will be punished!!! You will be punished!!!!"
With a determined grunt, Relecta faced the monster head-on. Wielding her evolved water elemental abilities, she conjured a set of giant cat claws on each limb, while her head adorned a formation reminiscent of cat ears. In a fury, she retorted, "No!!! You are not my Mama and Papa!!! They died long ago. You are just a cheap imitation of them. And it's time I put an end to your existence."
With a fierce battle cry, Relecta leaped at the transformed siren monster, now a grotesque fusion of twisted limbs and misshapen features. It launched watery projectiles at her, but Relecta moved with the grace and agility of a cat, dodging each attack effortlessly. With lightning speed, she clawed through the monster's eye, eliciting a shrill cry of agony.
But Relecta didn't stop there. She circled around the monster's head, tearing through its flesh from the inside out. The monster writhed in torment as Relecta burst forth from its head, covered in blue slime and drenched in water. Growling like a lioness, she forcefully burst her legs out of the monster's mangled neck, causing it to scream in pain.
With a determined roar, Relecta tilted forward with all her might, aiming to tear the monster's neck apart. With a final burst of strength, she succeeded, ripping its head clean off its body with a powerful kick. The severed head flew across the chamber, landing near the gate with a wet thud.
Relecta jumped and landed before the writhing monster, her body emanating a radiant aura as she focused her energy. With a determined expression, she dissolved the cat-like features made of water around her body and closed her eyes, centering herself for what was to come.
As her hair floated around her, charged with energy, Relecta's now cerulean eyes shone with an intense glow. With a steady hand, she extended her arm towards the monster, channeling the power within her. With a surge of energy, she commanded the water inside the creature's body, compressing it rapidly with a clenched fist.
The monster's body shrank to the size of a teardrop under Relecta's control. With a sudden twitch of her fist, she released the built-up pressure, causing the compressed body to explode with a deafening roar. The force of the explosion reverberated through the chamber, shaking the very bricks as the monster's blue, slimy blood and water splattered in all directions.
Regaining her composure as Relecta began turning towards Alan, the monstrous head of the creature transformed into a gaping jaw with razor-sharp teeth, lunging menacingly toward her. Before she could react, it closed in, poised to swallow her whole. But in a swift and heroic move, Alan intervened, leaping into the path of danger with his hand extended.
With a calm determination, Alan thrust his palm inside the monster's gaping maw. In an instant, the creature exploded into nothingness, vanishing in a burst of energy that reverberated through the chamber. The force of Alan's attack was so powerful that it caused the hole in the gate leading to the next floor to expand even further.
Opening his eyes, Alan turned to face Relecta, ready to offer reassurance and support. But before he could speak, Relecta seized the moment, pulling him close and locking lips in an intense kiss. The passion between them ignited, leaving Father Zeneth to avert his gaze once more, overcome with embarrassment at the display of affection.
Alan withdrew from Relecta's embrace, wiping his mouth as he scolded her gently, "Relecta, come on! We have a priest here. Have some dignity!!."
As he tried to regain his composure, Relecta surprised him by thrusting her hand in front of his face and blurting out, "Marry me!"
Taken aback, Alan looked up at Relecta, her face now a blend of maturity and innocence. He was puzzled by her sudden proposal. "What do you mean?" he asked.
Relecta swiftly caught something that was falling from the air with her other hand, presented it to Alan. It was a black obsidian ring, engraved with their initials. With a soft yet determined voice, Relecta continued, "You said there's a priest here, right? Let's get married in front of him. It's time to prove our love to everyone, and for you to stop treating me like a child."
Alan stole a glance back at Father Zeneth, who was discreetly observing them. Ignoring the priest's uncomfortable demeanor, Alan's attention returned to Relecta. Now, with a closer look, Alan couldn't help but notice Relecta's towering stature, making him feel diminutive in comparison. Her torn clothes and armor barely clung to her curves, struggling to contain her fully developed bosoms that demanded attention with their tantalizing allure.
Despite the torn fabric, her confidence shone through, accentuated by the bold flash of her toned abdomen.
Every movement she made seemed to highlight her femininity, from the sway of her hips to the subtle bounce of her bosoms. The fabric struggled to contain her enlarged busts, which swayed and bounced with every movement, teasingly drawing attention to her ample assets.
As his eyes traveled upward, he took in the sight of Relecta's face, now adorned with matured features that radiated confidence and allure. Her hair cascaded down to her calves in luscious waves, framing her face in a tantalizing embrace.
Alan's gaze met Relecta's with a mixture of sternness and undeniable attraction, his heart quickening at the sight of her suggestive demeanor. Despite his attempts to conceal his feelings, Relecta's allure was impossible to ignore.
With a newfound understanding of Alan's desires, Relecta leaned in closer, her bosom enticingly displayed as she whispered in a sultry tone, "All of this could be yours, darling, if only you'd say the word." She punctuated her offer with a playful wink, sending a flush of heat rushing to Alan's cheeks.
Attempting to regain his composure, Alan gently nudged her away, his voice tinged with both embarrassment and admonishment. "Enough of that! You need to cover up. I can't have you flaunting yourself shamelessly in front of everyone, especially Lyco!"
"Ah, you're so mean," Relecta playfully pouted at Alan's resistance to her allure. While Alan searched for something for her to wear, Father Zeneth, clad in his purple overalls, stepped forward and offered his robe to Relecta with a reassuring smile.
"Here," Father Zeneth said, his tone comforting. "The lady can wear this until we find something more appropriate for her."
"Are you sure Father?"
Alan asked with hope and excitement filled in his eyes as he eagerly reached for the robe, but Relecta mischievously snatched it away before he could take it. With a swift motion, she donned the robe, swirling around to show off her near attire. Though the robe reached down to her legs, it hugged her curves so snugly that it threatened to tear at the seams.
Returning to her demands, Relecta thrust the ring and her hand in front of Alan once more, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "There now, marry me!" she declared with a playful grin.
Alan took the ring from Relecta's hand, his fingers tracing the intricate details of the craftsmanship. His eyes widened in surprise as he examined it, then he glanced back at Relecta, a mixture of awe and curiosity in his expression.
"Where did you find it?" he asked, genuinely intrigued.
Relecta's face lit up with excitement as she replied, "I made it myself!"
Alan's surprise deepened, and he looked at her in disbelief. "Really? How?"
With a coy smile, Relecta held her hands behind her back, her gaze drifting towards the wall where the monster had emerged from. As memories flooded her mind, she began to speak, her voice soft and nostalgic.
"When mam—that monster brought me here," she began, her voice tinged with nostalgia, "it taught me how to make anything out of rocks. It said that this particular rock was the strongest material in the entire Relic Castle, forged from the fusion of two types of metal that bind together fiercely. It reminded me of us, so I made this ring, hoping that you would come to see me someday."
"Really??? B—" Alan began, tried to recount what Relecta had said to him when she walked away but then he realized that Relecta wasn't herself when she walked away with her parents.
Relecta gestured, clearly concerned about Alan's sudden silence, but he waved off her worry and continued in a calm voice, holding the ring in front of her. However, his words didn't match her expectations. "Relecta, forgive me, but I'm still not sure," Alan confessed, his tone gentle yet firm. "I'm still grappling with all these new feelings inside me, and I'm no—"
"But you said you love me," Relecta protested, her disappointment evident.
"I know I said that, but marriage is a huge step," Alan explained, trying to be gentle but firm. "And I'm not sure either of us is ready for it yet."
Relecta's disappointment quickly turned to anger, her eyes glowing cerulean once again. She clenched her fist, creating a water bind around Alan's neck, lifting him off the ground and suffocating him. With a deadly projectile forming above her head, she issued a chilling ultimatum, her voice laced with fury.
"Either we're getting married or dying together. The choice is yours, Alan."
Alan, trying to diffuse the tension, quickly admitted to his prank, his voice muffled by Relecta's water bind. "No... no, I mean yes! Yes, I will marry you. I was just joking... Please don't do anything stupid, Relecta!"
Relecta's rage evaporated instantly, and she gently set Alan down, catching him in her arms. Joy radiated from her as she exclaimed, "Yes! Yes, really! I will marry you too, boss! Father!"
Her expression shifted suddenly to a menacing glare aimed at Father Zeneth, commanding him to begin their wedding.
With a frightened rush, Father Zeneth stood in front of the gate, awaiting Relecta and Alan to assemble, wearing an almost fake smile. Relecta released Alan, who wore a disappointed expression at being coerced into marriage. Despite his inner turmoil, Alan stood tall after a deep breath, gazing into Relecta's excited eyes. Holding her hands, he prepared himself for this new reality as Father Zeneth commenced their wedding ceremony.
"In the benevolence of Roiran, and in the presence of the sixteenth archbishop of the Holy Church, both lovers, please now announce your vows."
Alan took another deep breath, summoning the courage for a moment he never imagined he'd face. Here he stood, holding the hands of a woman who loved him unconditionally, a woman who had opened his heart to emotions he never knew he possessed. With every smile she shared, every laugh they exchanged, Alan felt a warmth in his chest that he couldn't explain. And when he saw her in pain, a sharp ache pierced his heart, urging him to protect her at all costs.
She was the reason he had willingly sacrificed his emotions, the reason he would lay down his life without hesitation. She was the one he would fight for, the one he would die for. Despite his often harsh demeanor towards her, she remained steadfast by his side, refusing to leave him even when he pushed her away.
As Alan gazed into her eyes, he spoke from the depths of his soul, his voice filled with sincerity and love. "Relecta... forgive me, but I can offer you only two promises. First, I will protect you with my life. And second, I will never leave your side, no matter what, even if you may wish it yourself. "
Tears welled in Relecta's eyes, a testament to the depth of her emotions. With newfound maturity shining through, she tilted her head and gazed at Alan with a soft smile, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke.
"That's all I need from you," she said, her words laced with sincerity. "The rest, you can leave it to me. Because Bos— Alan, I love you with all that I am."
Relecta's eyes glistened with tears, her newfound maturity shining through as she tilted her head and offered a smile to Alan, her love and affection radiating from every glance. Alan's heart swelled with emotion as he heard her words, feeling the weight of her love and trust in him.
"That's all I want, Relecta," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "And know that I too love you with all that I am."
As their vows echoed in the chamber, Father Zeneth's smile transformed from forced to genuine joy. "I now pronounce you man and wife," he declared, his voice brimming with happiness. "You may now kis—"
Before Father Zeneth could finish, Relecta enveloped Alan in a tight embrace, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss that left no doubt of their love for each other, much to the embarrassment of Father Zeneth.
After a brief struggle, Alan managed to extract himself from Relecta's embrace, his face flushed with embarrassment. He quickly jumped down, trying to regain his composure as Relecta continued to jump up and down in excitement, her robe tearing even more from the strain.
"Relecta, calm down!" Alan shouted, his voice tinged with frustration. "We can't have Father Zeneth's robe tearing apart before I find you something appropriate to wear!"
But Relecta paid no heed to Alan's instructions, her excitement unabated. Frustrated, Alan jumped ahead and scooped her up in his arms, scolding her firmly.
"You're in trouble, young lady," he chided.
However, Relecta responded with a mischievous grin, trailing her fingers along Alan's cheek in a suggestive manner.
"Oh really? And how are you going to punish me, boss?" she teased, her tone playful and suggestive.
Alan, feeling both embarrassed and creeped out by Relecta's behavior, gritted his teeth in frustration. Suddenly, Father Zeneth's voice called out from near the gate leading to the next floor.
"We should get going. They could be in trouble," Father Zeneth urged.
An urgency washed over Alan as he quickly released Relecta, causing her to stumble. She began to complain about Alan's sudden rudeness, but as she glanced at his eyes filled with serious resolve, she understood the urgency of the situation. With a nod, she stood up, ready to follow Alan.
"C'mon, love. Our friends need our help," Alan said urgently, his voice tight with determination.
Relecta's eyes lit up momentarily at the endearment, but she quickly regained her composure. With a determined expression, she followed Alan towards the next floor, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.