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.

was particular about food, but they hadn’t expected such extravagance. The spread was enough to feed 15 or more people, yet there were only five

always food during meetings. But most of the time, it was just a bowl of potato stew, and it was rare to

to be made. Wartime fare and peacetime

can’t possibly eat all of this,”

than a festival

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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, once we start, you’ll wish there were

of

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. We all need to be united, no divisions

glances before taking their

them before–Oliver had never listened. It was likely that now the battle was nearing,

the subtle urging of the two military advisors, Louis and Timothy

on their minds. However, military advisors knew how to approach matters with finesse. Everyone

not take criticism well.

appearances. If they were to actually voice their true concerns, it would only lead to unpleasantness. Tonight, their main focus was preparing for the battle and crafting

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

ordered, signaling for

Wine had become a comfort, a way to stave off the loneliness that came with

rough, unrefined 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