Raised From The Wild-Chapter 411: The Aftermath!

King’s Palace, Country of Ra-Iya.

A man in a black suit was kneeling when a wine glass was suddenly hurled toward him. He dare not dodge. The wineglass hit his forehead, and from the wound, blood flowed and trickled down his face before staining the white shirt beneath his black coat.

"Forgive my incompetence, Your Majesty! But we can only act in advance and clear out the known lairs of the Dark Phoenix, otherwise we will be in trouble if the Alliance acted ahead of us." The man spoke with utmost reverence to the king despite feeling dizzy from the hit he had just got.

King Ralden seemed to calm down after listening to the man.

"How many of our operations were closed down?"

"Twenty casinos and three pharmaceuticals, Your Majesty."

King Ralden gritted his teeth. The casinos were his cash cows. Those casinos’ losses could surpass billions of Ra-Iyan dollars in a month.

"How many of our allies were arrested?"

"Over a hundred, your Majesty. Your second cousin stepped out and confessed that he is the leader of the Ra-Iyan faction."

The man, his heart racing, cast a furtive glance at the imposing figure of the king who was now seated upon his throne before he hesitantly pressed on with his words.

"We are fortunate, Your Majesty. Every individual linked to the Dark Phoenix operation in other countries has been apprehended and taken into custody."

King Ralden stood rigid, his fist tightly clenched in disbelief and rage. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the once-rebounding organization he had been so confident in would crumble so completely in a single night.

He had always regarded the ’brain’ behind the Dark Phoenix as an invincible force, a cunning strategist unmatched in his brilliance. Yet, in a stunning turn of events, the Dragon Lord had proven to be wiser deftly outmaneuvering him and bringing everything he had built crashing down.

"Have you checked who was the man who imitated Dragon Lord? He could not possibly be Prince Ibrahim."

King Ralden was curious as to who Dragon Lord was. He learned through his channel that Ibrahim was Dragon Lord, but Ibrahim already died, and he had seen his coffin in the burial grounds of the royalties of Lireya.

"Could it be that he did not actually die? His death was fake and the crown prince of Lireya is alternating between Ibarra and Ibrahim?" King Ralden verbalized the thoughts in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that there was more to the death of Ibrahim. He might still be alive.

"It seems not possible, Your Majesty. We studied the movement of the Dragon Lord from the videos we had stolen. His actions were not like the movements of a middle-aged man. He is very robust and might be in his early or mid-twenties."

King Ralden glared at the man.

The man in the suit stopped talking.

"Prince Ibrahim is exceptionally athletic, and his physique is a testament to years of dedicated training. If you could see his life-size portrait displayed in the Museum of Lireya, you would understand why I doubted it was him. His powerful stance and intense gaze reflect his prowess as a martial artist, making it difficult for anyone to perceive him as just an ordinary middle-aged man. Instead, he exuded an aura of discipline and vitality that sets him apart from his peers."

The man who was still kneeling did not refute King Ralden anymore. Was the King a fan of Prince Ibrahim? Why does he talk like he was an avid fan smitten by his idol?

"Our dedicated IT team is currently investigating the case, Your Majesty. They are analyzing the information and working through the complexities involved. I will update you and provide a comprehensive report as soon as we gather more insights."

King Ralden leaned back on his throne as he waved his hand dismissively. The man standing before him let out a long sigh, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over him. With a quick bow, he turned on his heels and hurriedly exited the throne room, the heavy doors creaking softly behind him as they swung shut.

Before the echoes of the man’s footsteps faded into the vastness of the marbled corridor, King Ralden smelled the familiar sweet scent that captivated him.

"Sofia, my dear, come here, my love." He beckoned Sofia with his finger. When she was near enough, he reached and grasped her narrow waist with his hands and put her on his lap.

Zanzara, who was just about to enter the throne room with her maid, saw the scene, and her heart constricted. King Ralden always looked at Sofia with a gentle gaze and spoke to her in such a gentle tone.

The queen turned around and left.

Sofia, perched comfortably on the King’s lap, caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure darting away from the corner of her eye. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips, hinting at a mischievous thought brewing in her mind.

"You smell so good, my dear." King Ralden started nibbling on Sofia’s earlobe, and Sofia moaned.

"It is the one that you gifted me, My King. I also love the scent. it is very refreshing." Sofia spoke in an alluring voice.

She stood up, facing King Ralden, and climbed back on his lap. Straddling him, she started making circles with her hand on his chest.

King Ralden caught her wrist pressed her finger between his lips and licked it.

"You are very naughty, Sofia. Don’t tell me that you miss me. I have been troubled these past few days and have not visited you," King Ralden said in his sexy voice.

"Indeed, I missed you, My King." Sofia’s voice was laced with lust. She was very young and eager but did not know why; she craved King Ralden, though he was much older than her.

King Ralden pressed a button at the side of his throne, and the door to the throne room closed with a click. It was locked.

The King of Ra-Iya knew Sofia had bad news for him, so she was seducing him. Indeed, she was successful because she awakened the beast in him.

Sofia smiled triumphantly. She knew that it was only she who could truly satisfy the king.