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.

my

being busy or not having time, but everyone knew that

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

to all kinds of social gatherings, I was almost at a

banquet but

I finally built a castle with my haughty husband and made a

temple sounded, even

no idea why

is right. But, well, I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried

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

know the

but it

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

I suddenly started kicking them out, instead of discussing this

I couldn’t stay still forever. Even if it’s just an act, I’d pretend I

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

urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You know,

grew soft as she lowered her eyes and clenched

been in a sane state. Not only did she have

“Oh…”

people who knew her eating habits were me and a few others, but everything else was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant

look in her

for anyone, but I was also aware of how the combination

from my previous life

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

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

the concept

“Why did your mother……”

I still don’t know about that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because my mother died that my brother and father became like

your father do something

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

and a corner of my chest

who had already turned into a

now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m

tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped

worry. It must have been really hard

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

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

beautiful greenhouse garden with only

guest

me in this house, who was it? As soon as I looked up, puzzled, Ellenia opened her mouth first, “Who is

said that the

“What?”