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

or not having time, but everyone

the St. Agnes’s charity

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

the banquet but also

a castle with my haughty husband and

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

have no idea why this

everyone would feel uncomfortable if I

head, clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s

don’t know the difference between

it isn’t very

and loyal, regardless of what they did

if I suddenly started kicking them out, instead of discussing this

still forever. Even if it’s just an act, I’d pretend I was doing my

I don’t want to mess up the order that’s already been set

I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I

tone grew soft as she lowered

died….since my mother had never been in

“Oh…”

habits 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 huge amounts of money into donations. If one day she was extremely energetic, the next day she

look in

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 disorders affected the

sister from my previous life went through a

knew about my shaken mind was similar to that

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

world without the concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because my mother died that my brother and father

father do something

the time. It’s just my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a paladin.

forearm and a corner of my chest

His mother, who had already turned into a being that he wouldn’t

don’t know what it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if he finds out I

My hand weaving the

must have been really hard for

refused to attend the funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t managed to persuade her, he really wouldn’t have

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

beautiful greenhouse garden with only two

a guest

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

that the

“What?”