The next day, Godfrey stood at the T junction once more but this time, he was the only one left in team yellow while team black still had three.
All three of them stared at him with faces that told him they weren’t planning on holding back, in fact, the objective was to make sure he ended up dead.
Without a word, Godfrey went to the room meant for his team and sat down on the bench. Just then, he saw Arnold approaching him. His brows creased.
Arnold walked into the room and dropped an envelope on the bench. "From our Captain." He smirked, knowing Godfrey would not want to hear that word. "Our" beside "Captain" when it came to Saul.
Godfrey calmly picked up the envelope as Arnold left. He opened it with a raised eyebrow but the moment his eyes gazed upon the content of the letter, every bit of warmth on his face died.
"Lose in the most miserable way possible or, one way or another, I’ll make sure your mother is dead." Godfrey whispered.
"I see."
With a sudden jerk, the room began to ascend.
As the deep rumbling sound filled his ears, Godfrey spoke within himself.
’It’s a bluff. Even Saul knows how useful my mother is. Unless... he’s prepared to fight against the entirety of paradise or flee, then...’ His eyes gleamed.
’Saul, I previously just wanted to claim my knights but now, I’ll kill you and everyone prepared to die for you. And I already have them named.’
With a loud sound, the room reached the top. There was no cheer, just silence, yet the number of people was more than two times the number of spectators that came the previous day.
No one made a sound. News of what happened the previous day had spread throughout paradise like wildfire. Many knew of Godfrey but back then, he wasn’t even as popular as Arian.
The command he issued the previous day still lingered in the minds of those that came. This wasn’t a fighter they would cheer for, he was one to be feared.
"And we’re back! Godfrey, the only one remaining on team yellow, will be fighting Arnold from team black. However!"
Everyone turned to the speaker who raised one arm high. Then, it slowly came down and stopped, pointing straight at Godfrey who was behind the closed portcullis, still seated.
"We can’t just allow a man who can summon up to seven major summons, which can unleash thousands more into the arena, without special rules binding him. That would not only rid the excitement, it is also unfair to his opponents."
The eyes of many widened. The quiet colosseum suddenly became filled with gasps of disbelief.
"Seven summons?! Is this a joke?!"
"Thousands... of summons?"
"That’s absurd!"
The spectator waited for a moment, then lifted his hand. "You, Godfrey Daniels, are also banned from taking part in any fight. Symbiosis with two summons is already a threat, seven can’t be allowed. Only your summons will take part and you will summon just one... since you’re one man."
Godfrey frowned.

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