Greg's mind raced faster than it ever had before.
He took a deep breath, without shouting useless things like "Calm down!" as most people would have.
He simply took a calm step forward, stood between the two of them, and said respectfully:
"Headmistresses, please allow me to say something."
Olivia and Luna both turned their gazes toward him.
One scrutinized him through a drunken haze; the other watched him without a flicker of emotion.
"I'm only a student, but I've read about both of your accomplishments in the newspapers."
Greg spoke slowly, his gaze settling on Olivia first:
"Headmistress Olivia, when you were twenty-five, you single-handedly quelled the monster tide at the Northern Abyss Rift, safeguarding seven towns along the border."
Then he turned to Luna:
"Headmistress Luna, when you were twenty-five, you pierced the core of the Sea Demon King who was ravaging the west coast with a single arrow, ending three years of terror at sea. Those accomplishments are still included in the required textbooks of every major magic academy."
He paused, his tone growing gentler:
"I don't bring these things up to flatter you. As someone of the younger generation who has read those accounts, I genuinely believe you're both worthy of respect!"
"If you turn your weapons on each other here over a few heated words, you'll not only disappoint those who see you as role models, but also cast an unnecessary shadow over the reputations you've spent years building."
His gaze moved between them, his voice earnest without being servile:
"So I still hope you can put harmony first. There's no need to quarrel over something like this."
The corridor fell silent.
Olivia slowly lowered the hand holding her revolver. She stared at Greg for several seconds, then gave an inscrutable little huff and tucked