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.

hosted by my father’s group was more luxurious

excuses of being busy or not having time, but everyone knew that

riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but

all kinds of social gatherings, I was

it was not only the banquet but

built a castle with my haughty husband and made

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

I have no idea why

everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried to

“You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think

don’t know the difference

you, but it isn’t

they did to me, the possibility of

kicking them out, instead of discussing

just an act, I’d

I don’t

know step by step. You know, since I was a

she lowered her eyes

it in the first few years. A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have that habit, but

“Oh…”

obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she suddenly insisted on pouring huge amounts of money into donations. If

was a bitter look in

I felt sorry for her. I wasn’t in a position to feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders affected the minds of those around me, including

my previous life went through a situation

that only a few people knew about my shaken mind was similar to that of my

desperately hid it, I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was

concept of human rights

“Why did your mother……”

know about that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because

father

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

forearm and a corner of

possible. His mother, who had already turned

it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret.

had a rare joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped and I gave her

must have been really hard for

all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t managed to persuade her, he

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

beautiful greenhouse

guest

visit me in this house, who was it? As soon as I looked up, puzzled, Ellenia opened her mouth first,

that the Duke sent them,

“What?”