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

 

busy or not having time, but everyone

 

far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my

 

invitations to all kinds of social gatherings,

 

course, it was not only the banquet but

 

castle with my haughty husband and made a visit to

 

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

no idea why this

 

I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I

 

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

 

the

 

it

 

of what they did to me, the possibility of being

 

discussing this

 

it’s just an act, I’d pretend I

 

I don’t want to

 

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

 

tone grew soft as she lowered her

 

first few years. A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not

 

“Oh…”

 

others, but everything else was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she suddenly insisted on pouring huge amounts of

 

a bitter look

 

also aware of

 

sister from my previous life went through

 

knew about my shaken mind was

 

from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression

 

a world without the concept

 

“Why did your mother……”

 

that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because my mother died that my

 

father do something

 

lot of fights, but I 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 to meet my mother, who

 

goosebumps on my forearm and a corner

 

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

 

story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if he

 

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

 

worry. It must have

 

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

 

That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special since they were together

 

entered the beautiful greenhouse garden

 

guest is

 

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

 

said that the Duke

 

“What?”

 

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