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 luxurious than the ones

made excuses of being busy or not having time, but

social activities that I’d attended so far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave

all kinds of social gatherings, I was almost at a

the banquet but also the fact that we were

built a castle with my haughty husband and made a

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

no idea why this

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

hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If there’s such an insolent person,

know the difference between

you, but it

of what they did to me, the possibility of being kicked out was very

instead of discussing this with

if it’s just an act, I’d

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

know step by

soft as she lowered her eyes and

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 different from Ruby in

“Oh…”

everything else was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she suddenly insisted

bitter look in her ruby

I was also aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders affected the minds of those around

my previous life went through a

few people knew about my shaken mind

although 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 perspective

is a world without the concept of human rights or mental

“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

your father do

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 my mother,

on my forearm and a

that’s possible. His mother, who had already turned into a

This story is a secret.

hand weaving the wreath

worry. It must have been really

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

a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special since they were together since

the beautiful greenhouse garden with

guest

it? As soon as

said that the Duke sent

“What?”