Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1297

When Louis and Timothy arrived at Redstone Manor with Ivor Ziegler and Alec Walker, they saw the household guards of the manor loading crates into the waiting carriages.

Recognizing Carl, Louis called out, "Leaving tomorrow?"

Carl greeted them with a smile. "Yes, General Quinton. We leave first thing in the morning. Marshal Prince will escort them for part of the way, so we're getting everything packed tonight.'

"Marshal Prince will escort them for part of the way?" Louis frowned.

How could the marshal leave camp at such a time?

Carl shrugged nonchalantly. "It's just a short journey-only a couple of hours."

Then, with a sly smile, he added, "Marshal Prince said that women need to be pampered. She's traveling

far with such a young child. He said it's only fitting to see her off personally to show his regard."

Louis understood Oliver's fondness for this woman, so it wasn't surprising that he would send her off. Louis didn't say anything further.

feast had been prepared in Redstone Manor, and Oliver himself came out to greet them. After exchanging formal greetings, Oliver invited them to take

that held a wide assortment of fine dishes, their fragrances so rich they could almost hear their

they hadn't expected such extravagance. The spread was enough to feed 15 or more people, yet there were only five seated

or Rafael, there was always food during meetings. But most of the time, it was just a bowl of potato stew, and it was rare to have even one or

course, there was no comparison to be made. Wartime fare

can't possibly eat all of this," Timothy said

it's more sumptuous than a festival

waving off their concerns. "Sounds like I'm treating you all poorly. It's a little lavish, yes, but most of it is just snacks to go with the wine.

to discuss matters of war, not

know some of you have concerns. With the great battle looming, if there's anything troubling you about me, feel free

men exchanged glances before

but they had tried voicing them before Oliver had never listened. It was likely that now the

two military advisors, Louis and Timothy refrained from pointing

generals were straightforward, and they said what was on their minds. However, military advisors knew how to approach matters with finesse. Everyone had known from the moment Oliver

more about maintaining appearances. If they were to actually voice their true concerns, it would only lead to unpleasantness. Tonight, their main focus

at times, they had to swallow their frustrations for the greater good. "To the war effort!" Oliver ordered, signaling for more wine to be

become a comfort,

drink. Though they told themselves to drink sparingly, the rich, smooth taste encouraged them to indulge a bit more than