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.

head group, the meeting hosted by my

not having

were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s

invitations to all kinds of social

course, it was not only the banquet but

castle with my haughty husband and

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

idea

is right. But, well, I was wondering if everyone would

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

I don’t know the difference between these

it

were all old and loyal, regardless of what they did to me, the possibility of being

if I suddenly started kicking them out, instead of discussing this with

forever. Even if it’s just an act, I’d

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

you please. There’s nothing urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I was a

tone grew soft as she lowered her eyes

A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have that habit, but she was different from Ruby in

“Oh…”

few others, but everything else was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she suddenly

bitter look in her ruby

feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of

my previous life went

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

it, I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but

a world without the concept of human rights or mental

“Why did your mother……”

know about that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because my mother died that my brother and father became like

father do

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

my forearm and a corner of

that’s possible. His mother, who had already turned

course. This story is a secret. I’m

weaving the

It must have been really hard for

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

power of a childhood friend.

the beautiful greenhouse garden with only two

guest

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

the Duke sent them,

“What?”