How to Get My Husband on My Side

Bright sunlight poured through the circular glass walls, making the whole area sparkle.

Green grass, sweet-scented roses, lilacs, lilies, dahlia, rapeseed flowers, rudbeckia, petunia, and all sorts of other colorful flowers, statues with beautiful figures, and cool, peaceful sounds.

I felt like I was back in Romagna. At the same time, I realized that I was missing the nature and climate of the South, apart from my feelings for my family.

The golden sunlight and warm wind, siesta and sherbet, women with faded blonde hair, lace parasols, and men with tanned skin.

Maybe it was because it felt similar to where I lived in my previous life.

“We can go boating here.”

Ellenia, who followed me into the greenhouse garden, saw the magnificent waterfall from the fountain and said this calmly.

It was just like her, so I laughed.

“Ellen, you like lilies, don’t you? I’ll make you a wreath.”

“…Thank you.”

It was a vague answer, but it didn’t matter.

I wanted to see the brother and sister with a wreath on their head one day.

Ellenia sat on a rose-covered bench and looked around the surrounding landscape while I made a wreath out of lilies and other flowers. I couldn’t decide which looked more beautiful, the rose or Ellenia.

“This is a Southern garden. It may not be the same greenhouse from there, but is it similar?”

“It’s not exactly the same, but yes, pretty similar. Do you like it?”

“Yes, I think it’s wonderful. As you know, the style itself is different here.”

It must be different since this was a place where gnomes having fertility comparable to cockroaches, dug tunnels in the yard to make a living.

For this reason, the gardener who managed the greenhouse was from the temple vineyard.

Instead of wasting budget and manpower to make more improvements, they were going to focus on increasing security.

“By the way, there’s already quite a stack of invitations. It’s all for Ruby.”

“Oh.. Thank you.”

“As you know, you don’t have to answer each one. You have a lot of things to pay attention to, so I think it’s okay for you to start social activities after the festival season is over. You need to learn how to keep track of these things.”

Social activities were a must in Romagna.

Considering my status and position there, it was natural, and I hosted more frequently, rather than being invited.

the meeting hosted by my father’s group was more

having time,

St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband

all kinds of

was not only the banquet but also the fact

a castle with my haughty husband and made

bell of the temple sounded, even the eyes of the archbishop, who usually seemed expressionless,

no idea why this analogy

I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if

head, clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If there’s such an insolent

know the

you, but it isn’t very

loyal, regardless of what they did to me, the possibility of being

I suddenly started kicking them out, instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem

just an act, I’d pretend I was doing

I don’t think I’ll be of any help. I don’t want

step by step. You

she lowered her eyes and clenched her hands

my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have that habit,

“Oh…”

knew her eating habits were me and a few others, but everything else was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she suddenly insisted on pouring huge amounts of money into donations. If one day she was

bitter look in

anyone, but I was also aware

from my previous life went through a situation like

only a few people knew about my shaken

help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to understand and define from the

without the concept of human rights or mental

“Why did your mother……”

made her so unhappy…..It’s

father

just my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a paladin. The naive idea of ​​getting to meet my mother, who would be a

on my forearm and a corner of my chest

possible. His mother, who had already turned into a

secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if

had a rare joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped

It must have been

of death and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that time. If Frey

That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much

greenhouse garden with only two

a guest is

it? As soon

that the Duke

“What?”