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.

expected such extravagance. The spread was enough to feed 15 or more people, yet there were

followed Hector 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 two

there was no comparison to be made. Wartime fare

much. We can’t possibly eat all of

it’s more sumptuous than

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heartily, waving off their concerns. “Sounds like I’m treating you all poorly. It’s a little lavish, yes, but most of

of war, not drink,”

Oliver insisted, a wide grin on 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

men exchanged glances before taking

never listened. It was likely that now the battle was nearing, Oliver was unsure and

advisors, Louis and Timothy refrained from pointing

was on their minds. However, military advisors knew how to approach matters with finesse. Everyone had known from the moment

not take criticism well.

input now was more about maintaining appearances. If they were to actually voice their true concerns, it

at times, they had to swallow their

effort!” Oliver ordered, signaling for more wine to be

a comfort, a way to stave off the loneliness that came with being away from

drink. Though they told themselves

for alcohol. So, drinking a couple more cups wasn’t a problem, and their mind stayed