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.

Oliver 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 seated at

but feel nostalgic. Whether they 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

comparison to be made. Wartime fare and

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

more sumptuous than a festival feast,” Alec

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but most of it is just snacks to go with the wine. You’ll

discuss matters of war, not drink,”

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

men exchanged glances before taking

It was likely that now the battle was nearing, Oliver was unsure and was trying

at the subtle urging of the two military advisors,

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

not take criticism well.

were to actually voice their true concerns,

times, they

ordered, signaling for

stationed far from home. Wine had become a comfort, a way to stave off the loneliness that came with being away

the past, they had made do with rough, unrefined liquor. But tonight, there was something better to drink. Though they told themselves to drink

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