Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1090

Chapter 1090

Carissa nodded and glanced over the other girls practice sheets. Asking them to work on their handwriting was likely a way to see where their skills stood and ensure they could write neatly.

Most of the writing samples were decent, but a few stood out. The delicate cursive characters were meticulously written, each stroke crafted with care, showing no sign of sloppiness or laziness.

Setting the papers down, Carissa asked, “So, is this the only thing bothering you? What about all those things they’re saying about you and General Farrell? You’re not letting that get to you, are you?”

“Their mouths are their own, so they can say whatever they want. It doesn’t stop me from eating, sleeping, or living my life. It doesn’t hurt me, nor does it draw a single drop of my blood. So, why should I let it bother me?” Rosalind replied.

She even laughed a little as she added, “Although I have to admit, their creativity is refreshing. Using an old story to insult me is at least more original than their usual nonsense about how I’m heartless or greedy.”

Carissa couldn’t help but admire Rosalind. It took incredible strength and confidence to brush off such malicious gossip so effortlessly.

“Do you think this might cause trouble for General

said reassuringly. “These kinds of rumors don’t usually hurt

has only grown because of it. Now, when people talk about him, they don’t even mention his military achievements. They’re too busy praising

smiled, though her expression was complicated. “As long as it doesn’t harm him, that’s good. But isn’t it strange? He earned his reputation through hard–fought battles, yet now

down, but she was certain of one thing →ever since Rosalind made her decision, she never mentioned Thomas again. This time, it was only the gossip and her concern for him that had prompted

who could take things up and let them go with ease. Her

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and the others, I’ll stay out

interested in learning, I’ll give them three chances. If they don’t take them, I’ll ask you to approve their dismissal. These spots are too precious to waste on people who

“Alright, I’ll leave it to

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how long it could last, but hoped it would endure as long as possible. She knew all too well how restricted women were, even when they could read and write. Many books were forbidden to them. She had only been fortunate enough to read widely