I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!
Chapter 66 Boat (1)

Chapter 66: Chapter 66 Boat (1)

"Teacher will make extra-challenging puzzles for you next time. Is that okay?" she added. Lucian gave her a single nod.

After checking on Lucian’s neat worksheet, Alina slowly stepped back. She turned her eyes around the classroom, letting her gaze drift from desk to desk.

She saw Boo, upside down as usual, floating above his worksheet like a lazy cloud. Drake, his little tongue poking out, was scribbling all over his page turning his dragon doodle into something even more chaotic but clearly loved. Rocky sat so still, his pencil gripped tight in his big hands as he carefully connected dots on his stone maze, his cheeks pink with shy focus.

And there — Alina’s eyes softened when she found Luna. Her grumpy little wolf was hunched over her desk, pigtails bobbing as she traced lines and colored in tiny trees on her forest page. Her nose twitched now and then,

Thank goodness, Alina thought, pressing her hand to her chest. She’s focused. She’s okay for now... She knew Luna’s little heart was probably still aching for her pack, her father.

Alina smiled to herself, blinking back the sting of tears that always came too easily.

She took a deep breath, feeling the warmth in her chest spread to her fingertips. .com

What Alina didn’t know and could never feel with her normal human senses was that every step she took, every warm smile she gave was quietly watched from the dark corner of the room.

There, where the morning sun could not fully reach, a darker shape moved, the faint outline of Dante hidden in the twist of shadows by the bookshelf. His eyes, red like hot coals, followed every tiny move of the human teacher he had allowed into his world.

His eyes moved over the classroom — the once loud classroom now quiet except for the small scratch of pencil and eraser on paper, the tiny sound of Boo’s ghostly giggle, or Drake’s tail hitting his chair when he got something right. And then back to her, the human standing at the heart of it all.

She was not the most beautiful woman by the rules of his court but there was something in the soft curve of her lips as she bent down to praise Lucian’s neat letters, something in the way her deep hazel eyes looked at each child like they were the only one that mattered. That soft glow around her — not magic, but that kind warmth that these little one were already starting to hold on to.

Dante’s eyes narrowed a bit. She had handled Luna well, he thought, remembering the small wolf pup curled in her lap just an hour ago, how Luna’s growls turned into tiny hiccups under the human’s calm hands. That had been... good. He had seen many so-called experts fail to calm a wolf pup’s wild sadness — yet this human had done it with just a soft voice and warm arms. .com

He let out a quiet breath. Not bad. But we’ll see.

Because no matter how warm her eyes looked or how gently she was, trust was not something a demon lord gave away easily. She was human — clever, yes, but still able to fear and break, things that could snap in his world if she was not strong enough.

His eyes rested on her lips again — curved in that soft, secret smile as she watched Boo float upside down. Chestnut-brown hair falling loose from her ponytail, catching the sun like a soft halo.

Dante’s eyes glowed faintly in the dark as he sank deeper into the shadows, leaving no sign behind .

And so, after checking on every little head bent over their puzzles, Alina clapped her hands lightly. "Alright, sweethearts!" she called out, her voice gentle yet warm enough to pull every tiny ear toward her. "It’s time for our next class — art again!"

She moved toward the tall cabinet in the corner, the old wooden doors creaking just slightly as she opened them wide. Inside, she found stacks of neat blank papers, baskets of colorful crayons, a jumble of art tools that looked half-magical and half-handmade. Goodness, she thought with a fond smile. This classroom really does have everything.

She chose only what she needed– ten sheets of paper, soft and bright, enough for each little monster to have their own, and one for herself. Then she gathered a small box of simple colors. She shut the cabinet with a quiet click and turned back to her babies, who were already straightening up in their chairs..

Alina moved around the room, slipping one paper onto each tiny desk, her eyes catching how Sable’s shadow flickered in excitement, how Boo peeked over his upside-down shoulder, and how Drake leaned so far forward he nearly fell out of his seat.

She stepped back to the front and clapped her hands again. "Today," she said, letting her words wrap around the room like a warm blanket, "we’re going to make something simple and fun — paper boats! It’s very easy. You’ll love it."

At that, Kelpie’s head snapped up. His round blue eyes like deep ocean pools shone with a sudden spark. His tiny lips parted, almost forming a little ooh. Boats! He adored boats.

Alina watched each tiny hand reach for the paper she’d given them, her heart so full it felt like it could burst. She stood at the front of the room, her own paper in hand, showing them every fold slowly so they could follow along.

"This is much easier than our flowers, okay?" she said softly, her smile wide as Drake scrunched his nose, tongue peeking out in focus. "Just fold here — then here and then a little triangle... and see? The boat is ready to sail!"

One by one, chubby fingers copied her movements. Boo stuck out his ghostly tongue, his brows furrowed like he was solving the greatest mystery in the world. Kelpie folded so carefully, tapping the edges with his damp little fingertips like he was blessing each crease with water magic. Even serious Lucian leaned forward, his small brow slightly furrowed but his hands steady — determined not to let a simple boat defeat him.