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.

hosted by my father’s group was more

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

and the St. Agnes’s charity event,

all kinds of social gatherings, I was

not only the banquet but also

I finally built a castle with my haughty

of the temple sounded, even the eyes of

no idea why

if everyone

this family, who dares to

don’t know the

you, but it

they did to me, the possibility

instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would have

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

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

step by step. You know, since I was a child, I’ve

lowered her eyes and clenched her hands

died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she

“Oh…”

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 pouring

bitter look in her ruby

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 those around me, including

life went through

a few people knew about my shaken mind was similar

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

is a world without the concept of

“Why did your mother……”

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

father do something

of 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 my mother,

on my forearm and a corner of my

His mother, who had already turned into a being that he

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

a rare joking tone. My hand weaving the

worry. It must have been

the funeral

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

the beautiful greenhouse garden with only

guest is

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

the Duke sent them,

“What?”