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 group was more

having time, but everyone knew

St. Agnes’s charity

to all kinds of

but also the fact that we

castle with my haughty husband and made a visit to

holy the bell of the temple sounded, even

no idea

everyone

immediately cooled as she lowered her head, clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s

I don’t know the

it

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

instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would have

just an act, I’d pretend

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

know step by step. You know, since I was a child, I’ve been doing the

soft as she lowered her eyes and clenched her hands

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

“Oh…”

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 extremely energetic, the next day

was a bitter look

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

sister from my previous life went through

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

from other people, but depression was difficult to understand

world without the concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

still don’t know about that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because my

father do something

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

and a corner of my

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

is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be

rare joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped and

have been really

was. The cause of death and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at

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

entered the beautiful greenhouse

a guest is

who was it? As soon

the Duke sent

“What?”