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

made excuses of being busy or not having

St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations flew from all

simple tea-time invitations to all kinds of social gatherings, I was almost

it was not only the banquet but also the fact

haughty husband

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

I have no idea why this

I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried to

cooled as she lowered her head, clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family,

don’t know the difference

you, but it isn’t

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

suddenly started kicking them out, instead of discussing this with

Even if it’s just an act, I’d pretend I was doing

I don’t think I’ll be of any help. I don’t want to mess up the order that’s already been

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

grew soft as she lowered her

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,

“Oh…”

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

look in

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

life went through a situation

my shaken mind was similar to that of my

my family desperately hid it, I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to understand and define from the

the concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

her so unhappy…..It’s because my mother died that my brother and

your father

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.

got goosebumps on my forearm and a corner of

already

don’t know what it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if he finds

rare joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath

have been really

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

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

entered the beautiful greenhouse garden with only two

a guest is

house, who was it? As soon as I looked up, puzzled, Ellenia

the

“What?”