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.

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

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

comparison to be made. Wartime fare

is too much. We can’t possibly eat all of this,” Timothy

sumptuous than a festival feast,”

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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 it is just

to discuss matters of war, not

you about me, feel free to speak up.

men exchanged glances before

course, but they had tried voicing them before–Oliver had never listened. It was likely that

military advisors, Louis and Timothy

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

not take criticism well.

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

words were harsh at times, they had to swallow their frustrations

Oliver ordered, signaling for more wine to be

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

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 good tolerance for alcohol. So, drinking a couple more