Raised From The Wild-Chapter 392: The Return Of The Dragon Lord 3

Princess Amaya’s heart pounded like the rhythm of a drum, her mind in disarray. Were the guards from the Black mansion still after her? And what had become of the enigmatic man?

The princess turned the throttle, feeling the powerful rumble of the engine as she accelerated, then smoothly shifted into the highest gear.

With each turn of the throttle, she felt a surge of untamed excitement, evoking memories of her carefree adventures at Miraga, where she rode her tiger Kiara at the age of nine. Together with Cirrus, they explored the jungle as her two animal friends ran like the wind while Kong swinging from vine to vine, effortlessly kept pace with them.

She was only in a daze for a moment. Back to the present, the vast and mysterious night enveloped her. She rode through it with fearless confidence, leaving her pursuer far behind.

That was what she thought.

She was back on the deserted highway when she turned around a bend. She was traveling over 250 mph, and she entered the forest quickly.

Princess Amaya parked the motorbike beside the sleek black car hidden behind the shrubbery. She opened the back door, lifted the motorbike like it weighed nothing, and carefully placed it in the cargo area.

She was about to close the door when a strong and warm hand held her wrist and prevented her from completing her action.

Princess Amaya tensed up, incredulous that she hadn’t detected anyone in the vicinity. Despite her sharp senses, the man had concealed himself skillfully.

"Mind if I hitch a ride? My motorcycle had run out of fuel," the man’s deep, hoarse voice resonated, assaulting her auditory senses.

Princess Amaya was taken aback.

"You! How did you manage to arrive here before me? Weren’t you heading in the opposite direction?" she inquired. As she pivoted, she found herself looking up at the mysterious figure wearing an identical ensemble to hers.

"I’m the person who was following you earlier. I wanted to let you know about a shortcut, but you were driving so quickly that I was afraid if I caught up with you, I might cause you to crash. So, I decided to wait for you here," the man said casually. He closed the door and strolled over to the passenger seat beside the driver.

"You drive? Or I drive?" the man asked.

Princess Amaya pondered for a while. She threw the car key to him. She was a bit tired and thought that it would be a good idea to let him drive.

Suddenly, she froze.

What if he was a bad man? How could she easily trust him? 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The man seemed to notice the change in her body language.

"Don’t worry. I will not harm you."

He held the door open for her. Princess Amaya walked toward him, but she still seemed distracted.

Princess Amaya gazed at him intently, studying his features and attempting to picture the face concealed by the mask. In her mind’s eye, the visage of Marx materialized.

The princess shook her head, trying to dispel the image invading her mind.

"Why did mimic Dragon Lord?" She murmured, while still trying to compose herself.

"I am his avid fan, " he said nonchalantly. He waited for the Princess to get inside the car before he walked around, and arrived at the driver’s seat.

As soon as the man took his place in the driver’s seat, he spoke in a soft yet rough voice.

"What about you? Why are you dressing like him?"

Princess Amaya countered with a question of her own, asking, "Can’t I also be his enthusiastic fan?’"

The man let out a soft chuckle, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life as he revved it, and then smoothly drove off into the distance.

The SUV glided smoothly as the driver skillfully maneuvered it. It was a manual transmission. He swiftly shifted into fifth gear, and in no time, the vehicle was cruising down the highway at its maximum speed.

"Please don’t do this again. You are putting yourself to danger." The masked said in a concerned voice.

Princess Amaya, who was lost in her thoughts, turned her head toward the driver in bewilderment. Was he talking to her?

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Didn’t you know how dangerous the people you are dealing with, Princess? What is wrong with your guards. How come they let you sneak out like this?"

Princess Amaya was taken aback by his words. Did he know her?

"You might have mistaken me for someone, Mister." There was a slight tremor in her voice as Princess Amaya denied her identity.

The man’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. Didn’t she realize the danger she was putting herself in?

"Why are you gathering clues on a place like that? What is it for?" He inquired, his lips tightly pressed together.

The man showed no inclination to pursue him, calling her a princess and commenting on her guards, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Princess Amaya remained silent and did not answer. He was a stranger after all.

A stranger... and yet she felt the familiar aura and she could not help but instinctively trust him.

"I might be able to help you as I am also on a mission. You appearing on places with me, will endanger the mission." The man tried to explain in a nonchalant tone.

"A friend of mine disappeared two years ago without trace. Recently, someone tipped me that the Dark Phoenix Organization is looking for him." Princess Amaya uttered in a solemn voice.

The man in the driver’s seat quickly glanced at her before fixing his gaze on the road ahead.

"The person must be special for you to embark on such a dangerous mission alone," the man said, his tone dripping with jealousy.

Princess Amaya just hummed.

"Your boyfriend, I supposed."

"My fiance," Princess Amaya corrected him.

Behind the mask, the corner of his lips thinned and his eyes flickered.

"What if he was a member of the Dark Phoenix Organization?" he asked.

"Impossible!" Princess Amaya protested.

"Lady, you don’t know what the Dark Phoenix is capable of. They can brainwash even the strongest-willed general to follow their command. They can erase one’s memories and replace them with a fabrication."

"He is different. Even if he was brainwashed and forgotten about his past, he will not allow people to lead him by the nose."

"You have so much trust and confidence in your fiance. How long has he been gone?"

A pair of slender hands were clasped on her lap.

It has been two years...

Could he still come back?