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.

meeting hosted by my father’s

having time, but everyone knew that they were

so far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations flew from all over the

of social

banquet but also the fact that we were finally

castle with my haughty husband and made a visit to

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

I have no idea why

wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable

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

the

you, but it isn’t very

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

kicking them out, instead of discussing this with

still forever. Even if it’s just an act,

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

nothing urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I

tone grew soft as she lowered her eyes and

A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have

“Oh…”

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 extremely energetic, the next day she would be

look

but I was also aware

previous life went through a situation like

knew about my shaken mind was similar to that of my dead

it, I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to understand

world without the concept of human

“Why did your mother……”

What made her so unhappy…..It’s because

father do

don’t know for sure… I was young at the time. It’s just my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a paladin. The naive idea of ​​getting

my forearm and

that’s possible. His mother, who had already turned into a being that he wouldn’t even

secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious

My hand weaving the wreath stopped and I gave her

worry. It must have been really

and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t

well, but suddenly Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special since

greenhouse garden

guest is

rare for someone to visit me in this house, who was it? As soon as

the Duke sent

“What?”