Raised From The Wild-Chapter 410: Marx, Is It You?
Marx was walking steadily when he encountered Vasquez who was walking leisurely in the opposite direction and was talking to someone in his phone.
Suddenly, Vasquez stopped and did a double take. Marx has already passed him and had his back on him.
The doubt on Vasquez’s mind cleared. Of course it was Leon! The broad shoulders, the narrow waist and slim hips and that defined V-shaped back with muscular toned arms could only be Leon.
Marx was a busy CEO. While his athletic build was similar to Leon’s, his muscles are not as toned.
But he thought that it was Marx’s face he saw earlier and not Leon’s.
Vasquez pivoted 180 degrees and retraced his steps back to the dining hall.
Princess Amaya was having breakfast with Ava and Ren. A man seated beside her was taking the food from the servant and putting it on her plate.
Even from the door, Vasquez could see the doting and gentle look on the man’s face. He froze, and the phone in his hand dropped on the marble floor with a bang.
"Marx, it is you." Vaquez uttered in disbelief.
Then, disregarding etiquette, he approached Marx in a few strides and patted his shoulder.
"You are alive! It is good that you are alive. And you hid yourself so well. Even I was deceived. I did not recognize you when you were masquerading as Leon." Vasquez babbled on. He only stopped when he felt icy glares from three pairs of eyes.
"The Princess is still having her breakfast, Vasquez. Whatever you want to talk about, we can have that later." Marx said. This time, he did not mask his voice and use his own natural voice.
"I... I am sorry." Vasquez stammered. "I will wait outside." Without waiting for anyone to respond, he left the dining table and stood guard at the door, his gaze never leaving Marx.
"Sis, I managed to extract the data from the core chip of the drone. It’s alarming—the initial orders came directly from Dark Phoenix, specifying that the mission was to eliminate you. But strangely, those orders were overridden, and the objective shifted to capturing you alive." Ren said as his gaze darted from Princess Amaya to Marx.
He and Ava were sitting on the table, but neither touched the cutlery set for them. Ren, however, reached out a glass of water and slowly sipped it.
"Did you get any information as to why they wanted to assassinate me? I don’t have any grudge with them." Princess Amaya asked before using her fork to pick up the waffle that Marx placed on her plate.
Ren sighed, his shoulders slumping as he shook his head in disappointment. A heavy weight settled in his chest, his brow furrowing with worry. He felt frustrated at his inability to uncover more valuable information for the princess, whose well-being he deeply cared about.
"The supreme leader wanted his revenge. Your father thwarted their plans more than 20 years ago." Marx’s voice was very gentle. Amaya’s movement paused mid-air, and she looked at Marx, momentarily dazed. She missed his voice.
"Don’t worry, I will protect you. The Dark Phoenix could no longer harm you as the Alliance has already apprehended their supreme leader." Marx reached out to smoothen her hair as if to comfort her. He thought that she was worried because of what Ren revealed.
Princess Amaya turned her head to look at Marx closely. His eyes were no longer black but the color of the deep ocean.
Earlier, when he first revealed that Charles Gray and Leon were both his personas, Princess Amaya was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. She was happy that Marx was alive but also sad and angry because he did not reveal himself to her even after he regained his memory. This meant he did not trust her enough.
"Aya, I can see it in your eyes—you’re still pondering our earlier conversation," Marx said, his voice trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I want you to know that my decision to distance myself was driven solely by your safety." There was a catch in his throat, revealing the deep well of emotion he was struggling to contain. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, making it clear just how much he suffered because of his choice.
Ren felt an undercurrent between the two people sitting opposite him. He was wary of Marx because he was attracting the princess’s attention, and he did not like it.
"I will also protect you, Princess! I am even willing to give up my life for you." Ren said in a solemn voice.
"So do I, Sis!" Ava seconded.
Princess Amaya smiled warmly. She was happy. Many people cared about her, and she now had Marx.
Marx threw a thoughtful look to the siblings. They looked more human. The limbs that used to be slender were now filled with flesh. His gaze lingered on their bodies, which were still a little disproportionate compared to their limbs.
Marx nodded at them, a sign of his approval of what they had just said.
"My graduation is three days from now. Will you be able to attend?" Princess Amaya asked in a hopeful tone.
"Of course. I know how important it is for you, and I will surely not miss it."
"Then, can you go back to Asteria Palace with me today? You should explain to Grandpa and Daddy Ibarra where you have been these past two years."
Marx let out a sigh. He wanted to spend more time with Princess Amaya to make up for the two years he had lost, but he knew he needed to present himself to the king and the crown prince of Lireya. If he continued to be missing, they might seriously consider betrothing Amaya to the crown prince of Albanya.
That cunning prince knew how to approach Amaya. Instead of courting her as a lover, he befriended her and became her reliable partner. Once the princess grew close to him, he began to promote the idea of Amaya becoming his Princess Consort. Additionally, he used his sister to strengthen his bond with Amaya.
But of course, Marx will not let him succeed.
