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 enough to feed 15 or more people, yet there were

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

to be made. Wartime fare and peacetime indulgence were worlds

We can’t possibly eat all

it’s more sumptuous than a festival feast,”

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you all poorly. It’s a little lavish, yes, but most of it is just snacks to go with the wine.

here to discuss matters of war, not

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 wrong, I will correct it. If there’s nothing wrong, I’ll commend

exchanged glances

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

the subtle urging of the two military advisors, Louis and Timothy refrained from pointing out Oliver’s

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

not take criticism well.

they were to actually voice their true concerns, it

times, they had to

ordered, signaling

stationed far from home. Wine had become a comfort, a way to stave off

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

good tolerance for alcohol. So, drinking a couple more cups wasn’t a