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.

 

by my father’s group was more luxurious than

 

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

 

the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband

 

kinds of social gatherings, I

 

course, it was not only the banquet but also the fact that

 

castle with my haughty husband and made a visit to

 

holy the bell of the temple sounded, even the eyes of the archbishop, who

no idea

 

I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable

 

her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s

 

know the difference between these

 

you, but it isn’t

 

of Omerta were all old and loyal, regardless of what they did to

 

out, instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem

 

just an act,

 

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

 

please. There’s nothing urgent. I’ll let you know step by

 

grew soft as she lowered her

 

nanny did it in the first few years. A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in

 

“Oh…”

 

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

 

was a bitter look

 

wasn’t in a position to feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how

 

my previous life went through a situation like

 

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

 

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

 

a world without the concept of human rights or mental

 

“Why did your mother……”

 

so unhappy…..It’s because my

 

father do

 

I think it’s

 

forearm and a corner of my chest

 

possible. His mother, who had already

 

know what it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious

 

rare joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped

 

It must have been

 

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

 

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

 

beautiful greenhouse garden

 

a guest

 

was it? As soon as I looked

 

said that the Duke

 

“What?”

 

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