Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1178

Carissa stepped into the room, her cold, piercing gaze sweeping over them. The three girls immediately lowered their heads, too intimidated to meet her eyes. Seeing her arrive, Rosalind let out a relieved breath, as though a savior had finally appeared.

Carissa's voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"What are you waiting for? Do you want me to increase the punishment, or would you prefer to leave Gracewood Women's Academy? If you're not here to study, then don't take up space. There are plenty of others who would be eager to learn." Hailey and Cassidy flinched at her words. They quickly pulled on Jocelyn's sleeve, their eyes urging her to leave before things got worse. What had started as 20 strikes was now 30, and if they lingered any longer, it could easily climb to 40 or 50. However, Jocelyn wasn't one to back down so easily. As a pampered daughter of the prestigious Quinton family, she had never endured such humiliation. After a long pause, she finally stifled her defiant glare.

Before Carissa could say the dreaded 40, Jocelyn turned on her heel and stormed off, dragging the others with her.

Once outside the door, Jocelyn's face flushed with anger, her hands trembling. If it weren't for Kylie's orders, she would have never stayed in this wretched place.

Women only needed to know how to read and write, and that was enough. All this studying was pointless! It would be far better to learn how to manage a household or command servants. At least that would be useful after marriage.

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Rosalind rose and greeted Carissa properly. "Greetings, Your Grace."

Carissa smiled. "I imagine having such students must give you a headache."

so it's not too bad," Rosalind responded with a

Carissa to sit as she began tidying up the lesson plans

concerns

eyes narrowed with suspicion as she asked, "Who do

a comforting smile. "There are many who don't want to see the academy thrive. Rather than

in agreement, offering a faint smile. "Originally, I asked you to come and handle their behavior, but now that

more childish than anything truly wrong. There was no need to expel them, but a small

to learn. They particularly enjoyed the lessons with Mrs. Ashford, as she has traveled to many places and experienced different cultures in her youth. She tells them stories, sharing

inner chambers their whole lives. Some have rarely stepped outside the outer courtyard, only venturing out during festivals. The constraints of being a woman have bound their feet and obscured

to the

courtyards."

fully understanding the truth of it. She herself had only gained a broader perspective because she had the opportunity to read

the winter sun, her profile soft

truly is

leaned her chin on her hand, admiring Rosalind. Rosalind was undeniably beautiful, but it was more than

happened