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

of being busy or not having time, but everyone knew

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

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

but also the fact that we were

I finally built a castle with my haughty husband and made

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

I have no idea why

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

cooled 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 such an insolent person, I’ll

don’t know the difference

but it isn’t very

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

instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would

just an act, I’d pretend I was doing

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

by step. You know, since I was

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

“Oh…”

knew her eating habits were me and a few others, but everything else was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and

bitter look in

felt sorry 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

life went through a situation like

a few people knew about my shaken mind was similar to that of my

family desperately hid it, I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression

without the concept of

“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 father became

your father

think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a paladin. The naive idea of ​​getting to meet

my forearm and a corner of my chest

had already turned into a being

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

tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped and I gave her a

have been really hard for

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

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

the beautiful greenhouse garden with

guest is

me in this house, who was it? As soon as I looked up, puzzled, Ellenia

the

“What?”