I have a lot to like.

Various flavors of jelly colored in a variety of colors.

They are so cute that they are sweetly untied as soon as they are put into your mouth, as if you have a small gem in your mouth.

I also love non-jelly sweets. Each and every one of those sweets is adorably wrapped.

When I get that from my favorite place of origin, I'm so happy that I tremble unexpectedly.

I like him. He let me into the house without asking me anything, and he served me a delicious meal. Everyone thought it was rice, so I was a little surprised but the rice I would eat with someone was very tasty.

And then, sister! Looking forward to playing with your sister, I tried to prepare a pet but haven't seen her yet. Your sister seemed to be good at magic, unlike me, so I thought if I came to this college, I'd see her, but maybe she's not here?

Unlike your sister, my [power to make] doesn't really work for freedom. It's easier to create than to build it, so I stick with it and create it that way. My pets like that usually live as much as they like in [dream storage].

I don't like the ropers or the goblins because they're not very cute, but it's so cute for Growloo to show his stomach and grate, and it's so flattering for Flycat to rub his throat off with a gobble. Those are my pets' favorite things too.

There are a lot of things I hate.

I hate the women rubbing against him.

There are plenty of women rubbing off at their convenience to good things about him who doesn't say much with softness in his position as the second son of the Purple Lord. He belongs to me, so I want you to stay away from him on your own.

I don't like his brother when he tells me that.

Because I have that brother, I'm free to hang out with him, but I want you to stop talking to me one way or another. He just laughs like he's having trouble with his brother like that, but he doesn't even seem to hate me, so I don't do anything either.

I hate the green bitter ones that get dispersed in my diet.

I don't like vegetables originally, and I don't need regular rice that much in the first place. Just a little meat and water would be fine. What I like to eat is sweet, swinging little treats. Yet sometimes that gets mixed up in my rice. The bitterness that spreads in his mouth as soon as he chews is bad enough to accidentally flaunt his face, but when you see his soft smile, you can't just spit it out.

Then I hate class.

I got out of it knowing I had to listen to great people for a long time at the entrance ceremony too. I quickly got tired of the classes with all the boring stories and naughty training. They do some funny things in Class A, but I and Class D he attends are really just the same thing every day.

I hate such boring routines.

I like spending time with him, and the treats I eat every day aren't bad. But always the same landscape, the same day. I'm just getting tired of it. Is it time for something good? and these days I try to eat dinner in the dining room, skip classes and try to get up on the roof, but that also becomes the same routine as usual in three days.

Ah. I was wondering if there was anything fun?