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.

a head group, the meeting hosted by my father’s

being busy or not having time, but everyone knew that

social activities that I’d attended so far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations flew from all over the

to all kinds of social gatherings, I

it was not only the banquet but also the fact that

haughty husband and made a visit to the temple!

even the eyes of the archbishop, who usually seemed expressionless,

no idea

But, well, I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly

family,

know the difference

it isn’t

and loyal, regardless of what they

out, instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would have exploded

forever. Even if it’s just an act,

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

urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I was a child,

as she lowered her eyes and clenched

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

“Oh…”

a few others, but everything else was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she suddenly insisted on pouring huge amounts of money into donations. If one day she was extremely energetic, the next

a bitter look in her

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

previous life went

fact that only a few people knew about my shaken mind was similar

I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to understand and define from the perspective of this

concept of

“Why did your mother……”

unhappy…..It’s because

father do

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

on my forearm and a corner of my chest

mother, who had already turned into a being

what it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret.

My hand weaving the wreath stopped and I

It must have been really hard

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

a childhood friend. It’s not

greenhouse garden

a guest

who was it? As soon as

the Duke

“What?”