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.

and Oliver himself came out to greet them. After exchanging formal greetings, Oliver invited them to

laden table that held a wide assortment of fine

they hadn't expected such extravagance. The spread was

always food during meetings. But most of the time, it was just a bowl of potato stew, and it was

to be made. Wartime fare

possibly eat all of this," Timothy

it's more sumptuous than a festival feast,"

I'm treating you all poorly. It's a little lavish, yes, but most of it is just snacks

to discuss matters of war, not drink," Louis

I know some of you have concerns. With the great battle looming, if there's anything troubling you about me, feel free to speak up. If I have done something wrong, I will correct it. If there's nothing

men exchanged glances before

Of course, but they had tried voicing them before Oliver had never listened. It was likely that

the two military advisors, Louis and Timothy refrained from

they said what was on their minds. However, military advisors knew how to approach matters with finesse. Everyone had known from the moment Oliver had arrived at Southern Frontier that he could not take criticism

were to actually voice their true concerns,

swallow their frustrations for the greater good. "To the war

home. Wine had become a comfort, a way to stave off the loneliness that came with

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