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 father’s group was more luxurious than the ones

being busy or not having time, but everyone knew that they were secretly

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

kinds of social gatherings, I was almost at

it was not only the banquet but also the fact that we were

with my haughty husband and made

temple sounded, even the eyes of the archbishop, who usually

I have no idea why this

if everyone would feel uncomfortable

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

don’t know the difference between these

you, but it isn’t very

they did

started kicking them out, instead of discussing this

just

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

step by step. You

grew soft as she lowered her eyes and

did it in 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, but she was

“Oh…”

eating 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

was a bitter look

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 me,

from my previous life

my shaken mind was similar to

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

a world without the concept of human rights or mental

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father do something

but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a paladin. The naive idea of ​​getting to meet my mother, who would be

got goosebumps on my forearm and

had already turned into a being that he wouldn’t even

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

hand weaving the wreath stopped and I

must have been really hard for

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

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

beautiful greenhouse

guest is

it? As soon

the

“What?”