"Aww... he helped that guy. How cute."
"I think I love Mr. Jule."
"Me too... he is cute and very addictive. I want to eat him."
"Go, go, Mr. Jule."
"Win, win, Mr. Jule."
The girls from all over the Colosseum started shouting and cheering for Anon.
Anon, on the other side, went back to his seat and sat down beside Fiona.
"You were late..." Fiona spoke.
"Well, I had some work," Anon replied.
"You don't have any work that's more important than this competition," Fiona shouted as she looked at Anon.
"Page No.13, Clause 67... 'I can do anything and everything I want in the free time,'" Anon spoke as he wore his sunglasses and leaned back in his seat.
"What?" Fiona asked in confusion.
"My Queen, it's a term in the contract you signed with him," one of the mages informed Fiona.
"Damn it," Fiona said as she looked at Anon with a frustrated expression.