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.

group, the meeting hosted by my father’s group was more luxurious than

being busy or not having time, but

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

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

was not only the banquet but also the fact that we

with my haughty husband and made a visit to

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

idea why this analogy was

if everyone would

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

the difference between these

it

all old and loyal, regardless of what they did to me, the

of discussing this with

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

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

urgent. I’ll let you know step by

grew soft as she lowered her eyes and

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

“Oh…”

extravagant clothing, and

bitter look

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

life went through a

fact that only a few people knew about my shaken mind

and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to understand and define from the perspective

without the concept of human

“Why did your mother……”

about that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because

father do

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

got goosebumps on my forearm and a corner of

mother, who had already turned into a being that he

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

tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped and

It must have been really hard for

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

it’s going well, but suddenly Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special since they were

entered the beautiful greenhouse garden

guest

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

that the

“What?”