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.

The spread was enough to feed 15 or more

or Rafael, there was always food during meetings. But most of the time,

there was no comparison to be made. Wartime

eat

it’s more sumptuous than a festival feast,” Alec

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waving off their 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 see,

matters of war,

there’s anything troubling you about me, feel free to

exchanged glances before taking their

was likely

military advisors,

approach matters with finesse. Everyone had known from the moment Oliver had arrived at

not take criticism well.

If they were to actually voice their true concerns, it would

times, they had to swallow their frustrations for

Oliver ordered, signaling for more

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

liquor. But tonight, there was something better to drink. Though they told themselves to drink

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