Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1297

When Louis 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.

Everyone knew 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 the table.

Everyone couldn't help 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 meat dishes.

Of course, there was no comparison to be made. Wartime fare and peacetime indulgence were worlds apart.

"This is too much. We can't possibly eat all of this," Timothy said with concern.

"Indeed, it's more sumptuous than a festival feast," Alec added.

Oliver laughed 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 snacks to go with the wine. You'll see, once we start, you'll wish there were more."

"We're here to discuss matters of war, not drink," Louis interjected.

"Come now, just a little drink," Oliver insisted, a wide grin on his face. "Let's speak 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 you. We all need to be united, no divisions among us."