The atmosphere in the room grew even colder, thick with unspoken hostility.
"Alright, you two—enough."
The calm but firm voice came from behind them.
Sitting at the center of the private box was Principal Leilah, her posture relaxed but her gaze sharp.
She let out a quiet sigh, brushing a strand of silver hair from her face as she looked at the two nobles in front of her—the Duke and the Madam—both glaring at each other like old rivals who hadn't aged a day.
Honestly, she was tired of this.
"I swear," she muttered, half to herself, "you're both parents now, for the goddess's sake."
Leilah leaned back in her chair, shaking her head.
She still remembered them during their academy days—always competing, always arguing, like fire and gold refusing to mix.
She hadn't thought their rivalry would last this long, yet here they were, still at each other's throats decades later.
