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.

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

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

but they hadn't expected such extravagance. The spread was enough to feed 15 or more people, yet

feel nostalgic. Whether they followed Hector or Rafael, there was always food during meetings. But most of the time, it was just a bowl of potato stew, and

course, there was no comparison to be made.

much. We can't possibly eat all of this," Timothy

than a festival feast," Alec

but most of it is just snacks to go with the wine. You'll see, once we start, you'll wish there

matters of

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 wrong, I'll commend

men exchanged glances before taking their

listened. It was likely that now the battle was nearing, Oliver was

advisors,

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

actually voice their true concerns, it would

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

Especially those stationed far from home. Wine had become a comfort, a way to stave off the

rough, unrefined liquor. But tonight, there was something better to drink. Though they told themselves to drink sparingly, the rich, smooth taste encouraged them to indulge a bit more