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

being busy or not having time, but everyone knew

St. Agnes’s charity event,

of social

not only the banquet but also the

built a castle with my haughty husband and made a

how holy the bell of the temple sounded, even the

have no idea

everyone would feel uncomfortable if I

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 don’t know the difference between

it

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

I suddenly started kicking them out, instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would have

forever. Even if it’s just an act, I’d

be of any help. I don’t want to mess up the

step by step. You know,

soft as she lowered

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 different from Ruby

“Oh…”

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 day she

was a bitter look in her ruby

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

previous life went through a

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

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

concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

made her so unhappy…..It’s because my

father do something

a lot 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, who would

goosebumps on my forearm and a

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

of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure

hand weaving the wreath stopped and I

worry. It must have been really hard

and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that

it’s going well, but suddenly Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special

greenhouse garden

guest is

was it? As soon

said that the Duke sent

“What?”