Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1297

When Louts 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.

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

seats.

They glanced at the laden table that held a wide assortment of fine dishes, their fragrances so rich they could almost hear their appetites stir.

about food, but they hadn’t expected such extravagance. The spread was enough to feed

Hector or Rafael, there was always food during meetings. But most of the time, it was just a bowl

there was no comparison to be made. Wartime fare and peacetime indulgence were worlds

can’t possibly eat

more sumptuous than a festival

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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. You’ll

matters of war, not drink,”

his face. “Let’s speak freely tonight. 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 wrong, I’ll commend you.

exchanged glances before taking their

listened. It was likely that now the battle was nearing, Oliver was unsure and was trying to smooth things over

advisors,

knew how to approach matters with finesse. Everyone

not take criticism well.

actually voice their true concerns, it would only lead to unpleasantness. Tonight, their main focus

times, they had

Oliver ordered, signaling

had become a comfort, a

unrefined liquor. But tonight, there was something better to drink. Though

they had a good tolerance for alcohol. So, drinking a couple more cups wasn’t a problem, and