Chapter 148 Excellent Cressida
Jada hurried over, and after checking, she said, "Ms. Hamilton, please wait a moment. I'll go get the original to compare."
After she left, the other noble young ladies began whispering among themselves.
Madeline, sitting beside Cressida, let out a cold laugh and spoke up: "Ms. Hamilton, have you even seen the Sacred Texts? Do you understand the Thalassian language? These are all transcribed copies. We've been using these same ones for three years straight. Why is it that you are the only one saying something's wrong?"
Cressida looked at her, her tone calm: "I don't need to explain myself to you. When Jada comes back, she'll make things clear."
Madeline's expression changed, and she snapped: "Such pretense!"
Cressida indeed hadn't read the Sacred Texts carefully—yesterday was her first time seeing them.
Emma was somewhat worried and asked in a lowered voice: "Ms. Hamilton, the seven volumes contain so much content, and you only glanced through them briefly yesterday. What if you remembered wrong?"
"I won't have remembered wrong," Cressida said. "Because time was limited yesterday and I only memorized the theme and general content of each volume. The fourth volume should be about doing good deeds, accumulating virtue, and benefiting others, but the volume I just received had completely wrong content."
It seemed to be a chapter about exorcising evil and defending righteousness from another text. One could imagine that if this were discovered by the scripture-inspecting attendants on the day of the royal church sacrifice, the consequences would be unthinkable. Wouldn't this be equivalent to treating all the past royal ancestors of Novaria as evil forces that she wanted to eliminate?
Since she was here, she absolutely couldn't allow any mistakes.
Emily turned her head to look at Cressida, her face full of concern.
"Cressida, these texts are only distributed to us after the ladies-in-waiting have checked them thoroughly. Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"
Madeline chimed in sarcastically from the side: "What could she possibly know? I think she's just deliberately trying to slack off!"
Cressida looked at her with deep eyes: "The time for transcribing the texts is limited. What good would deliberately slacking off do me?"
Madeline snorted lightly: "Who knows what you're scheming?"
Just then, Jada walked in carrying another text, her face full of apology.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Hamilton. That volume was indeed wrong. This is the correct one. Because the two texts have similar covers and only differ in content, if you don't look carefully, it's easy to mix them up. I apologize to you."
At these words, Emily, Madeline, and the others were all slightly shocked.
Emily frowned. She had already found out that Cressida had spent several years at the border, and the Hamilton family had never bothered to cultivate her properly. How could she possibly know the Thalassian language? By all rights, she should have been completely clueless about it!
Cressida opened the fourth volume, confirmed that this was the correct one, and immediately began transcribing.
In fact, Cressida's ability to understand half of the Thalassian language was thanks to her experience at the border military camp years ago.
She had once captured spies in the military camp who used Thalassian language, this special script, to disguise intelligence as scripture content to pass messages.
To be able to personally identify the intelligence from these spies, Cressida had specifically devoted time to studying the Thalassian language.
Back then, she never imagined that this experience would come in handy at a moment like this.
Her writing flowed smoothly. Emma watched as Cressida moved swiftly, transcribing the texts with steady, powerful strokes, without any hesitation.
Gazing at Cressida's profile, Emma couldn't help but stare in fascination.
Cressida was truly exceptional. Even when leading troops in battle at the border, she was a top-tier expert. Even without those military achievements, Emma felt that with Cressida's intelligence, even if she were just a noble young lady of Emerald City, she would surely be the most outstanding one.
Emma was watching intently when her peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of Madeline's maid, carrying an inkwell, circling around to a position near Cressida.
Suddenly, the maid's foot slipped, and the inkwell in her hand tilted toward the two pages of Thalassian text that Cressida had already transcribed!
"Ms. Hamilton, watch out!" Emma cried out in alarm.