117 The New Year's Gift Seems a Little Excessive

The new year began.

It was Archion's fifth year since awakening to his past life,

and he would turn twenty-one after his birthday this year.

Such an Archion had…

“Archiooon….”

A fiancée thirteen years his senior.

Her name was Aisirel Volkov, a Sword Master who had been guzzling alcohol since broad daylight and was clinging to Archion.

Even though she was a Master, being drunk meant she had deliberately let go of some of her self-control.

“When are you going to marry meee…?”

“Geh, you reek of alcohol!”...