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

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

no comparison to be made. Wartime

eat all of this,”

it’s more sumptuous than a festival

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you all poorly. It’s a little lavish, yes, but most of it is just snacks to go with the wine. You’ll

here to discuss matters of

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. We all need

exchanged glances before taking their

but they had tried voicing them before–Oliver had never listened. It was likely that now the battle was nearing, Oliver was unsure and was trying to smooth

of the two military advisors, Louis and

and they said what was on their minds. However, military advisors knew how to approach matters

not take criticism well.

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

times, they had to swallow their frustrations for the greater

Oliver ordered, signaling

far from home. Wine had become a comfort, a

past, they had made do with 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

a couple more cups wasn’t a problem, and their