"ATREUS VERMILLION…! HOW DARE YOU MAKE LOVE WITH MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER…!"
Oh shit.
I hurriedly pulled my pants back up and put my magic cloak back on.
That bastard Archer Aurelius hadn't gone completely drunk and fully asleep as I expected.
Instead of getting drunk, Archer Aurelius glared at me fiercely, like someone who had just woken up and ready to war.
Tch…did Azalea forget to drug his wine?
No, Azalea won't do that kind of mistake.
It seems Archer Aurelius has developed a natural immunity to the drug, allowing him to withstand its effects.
'WOOOSHHH…!'
The purplish-black aura radiating from Duke Archer's figure instantly made the air feel suffocating and the ground shook violently.
