NovelEnglishHer Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1089
Chapter 1089
Sometimes, the malice between women could be the most dangerous of all. Trevor may be the royal chancellor
and a highly respected figure, but Rosalind was still young. Sof the students would naturally feel reluctant
to fully accept her as their teacher.
If it were only that, it would be easy to handle. What worried Carissa was that behind the group of
troublemakers, there could be someone trying to sabotage Gracewood Women’s Academy. Right now, the group
of troublemakers seemed to be led by Jocelyn, but there was no sign they were following someone else’s orders.
With Carissa holding so much leverage over the Quinton family, how dare they disrupt the academy?
Her first priority was to reassure Rosalind, fearing the toll it might take on her mood.
Rosalind sat in her private study, flipping through a pile of practice sheets in front of her. Her brow furrowed as
she examined each page, so deeply absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear Carissa approach.
It wasn’t until Carissa spoke her nthat she looked up, her eyes briefly flashing with irritation before she
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcaught herself. She quickly stood and greeted Carissa with a polite bow, though her smile didn’t quite reach her
eyes.
“Headmistress, | didn’t see you cin. | apologize for my rudeness.”
Carissa nodded in return to her greeting. “No need for formalities, please. Do sit down.”
As they settled into their seats, Carissa noticed the stack of practice sheets in front of Rosalind and recalled how
furrowed her brow had been upon her entrance.
She gently asked, “Are they falling behind on their assignments?”
Rosalind handed her the first few sheets of paper. “Take a look, Headmistress.”
As Carissa took it, Rosalind explained, “I just wanted them to practice writing better, so | had them copy some
essays. But these girls had their own ideas. They wrote their own stories, and their handwriting is... Well, to be
frank, it's more like scribbles. It's as if they're intentionally making a mockery of it.”
Carissa flipped through a few pages. The stories they wrote all revolved around the stale-a woman named
Rosalind Lopez from the previous era. She was known for being shallow and greedy.
When her fiancé’s family fell into ruin, she insisted on breaking off the engagement. But three years later, her
ex-fiancé becthe top scholar and married the former prminister's daughter. Out of jealousy and spite,
Rosalind Lopez attacked the scholar’'s new wife with a hairpin in a jewelry shop, killing her. She was eventually
executed for her crime.
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It was obvious they were using the story of Rosalind Lopez to insinuate things about Rosalind.
They didn’t hold back, accusing her of being shallow, greedy, and hideous. They claimed someone like her was
barely even fit to be a person, let alone qualified to be a teacher. They went as far as saying that in her next life,
she would only be reborn as a pitiful dog.
Carissa shook her head, unable to suppress a chuckle. The spitefulness was childish, especially the last curse.
Glancing at the signatures on the practice sheets, she noted that it was indeed from those sfew girls.
Carissa set the papers down and looked at Rosalind. “Do you needto step in and handle this, or would you
prefer to take care of it yourself?”
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Rosalind spoke with quiet determination, “As their instructor, it should be my responsibility to address this. It's a
trivial matter and not worth troubling you with, Headmistress. But | do wonder-these girls were taught at home
before coming here, so how can a short essay of a few hundred words have over thirty mistakes? What were
they learning all this time?”
Carissa blinked, then picked up the papers again. Upon closer inspection, there really were a lot of errors, mostly
involving longer words that were misspelled or swapped for similar words.
“So, you're upset because of the mistakes?” Carissa asked.
Rosalind straightened up and said firmly, “Headmistress, you mustn't overlook these errors. These girls all had
private tutors at home, so how can they still make such basic mistakes? It shows they don’t take their learning
seriously. They think women only need to recognize a few words to get by, as long as it’s enough for them to
manage the account
books.
“Men believe that women who lack talent are virtuous. How can we as women accept this? Especially
considering the Quinton family’s history-they once produced a renowned scholar, and I've heard their servants
are all literate. How could a daughter of their family be so ignorant and careless with her studies?”
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