I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 554 Have you ever watched me through this screen before?

Chapter 554: Chapter 554 Have you ever watched me through this screen before?

"Why are you wearing them now?"

"To see better."

"See what better?"

"Magical fluctuations. Energy patterns. Things that are usually invisible."

Lucien considered this for a moment. "...That sounds like an excuse."

"It is not an excuse."

Sable tilted his head. "Are they magic glasses?"

"Yes."

"Do they make you look smart?"

Dante paused.

"...That is not their primary function."

"But do they?" Lucien pressed.

Dante sighed quietly. "...Perhaps."

Sable nodded with satisfaction.

"Teacher says looking smart is half the battle."

Alina finally spoke up. "I never said that."

"You say things like that," Sable insisted. "With your face. Your face says many things."

Dante looked at her with amusement. "You communicate with your face?"

"I communicate normally. With words," Alina said helplessly.

Lucien shook his head. "No, Mom’s face does talk. When she is happy, her eyes get small. When she is mad, her lips disappear."

Alina blinked.

"My lips disappear?"

"When you are very mad, yes. Like a thin line. Very scary."

Sable nodded. "Thin-line lips mean danger. Run away."

Dante chuckled softly, the sound warm in the morning light.

"Good to know. I will watch for thin-line lips."

Alina pointed her spoon at both boys. "You two are supposed to be on my side."

"We are on snacks’ side," Lucien corrected calmly.

Sable nodded seriously. "Snacks are most important. Snacks never lie."

Dante looked at Alina with a triumphant expression. "They have priorities."

"They have betrayal in their little hearts."

Lucien slid off his chair and walked around the table to stand beside Dante. He looked up at him, studying the full effect from this new angle.

"The glasses are not terrible," he admitted finally.

"High praise," Dante murmured.

"They make you look less like a scary lord and more like... a smart dad."

Sable also climbed down and hurried over, tugging at Dante’s sleeve.

"Dad, are you coming with us to the classroom today?" he asked curiously.

Dante looked down at him.

"Yes."

Sable’s eyes lit up.

"Really? You will walk us there?"

"Yes."

Lucien looked thoughtful.

"Are you meeting with Mom there?"

"No."

Lucien tilted his head. "Then why are you coming?"

Dante glanced at Alina across the table.

Alina suddenly became very interested in her tea.

Dante looked back at his sons.

"Teacher Alina is taking a rest day. I will be teaching your class today."

Silence.

Complete silence.

Lucien stared.

Sable stared.

Even the birds outside seemed to pause.

Then Sable spoke, his voice very small.

"...You?"

"Yes."

"Teaching?"

"Yes."

"Our class?"

"Yes."

Another pause.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

"You are joking."

"I am not."

"You have never taught before."

"I have taught you many things."

"Teaching how to hold a fork is different from teaching a class."

Dante considered this.

"Perhaps. But I am adaptable."

Sable tugged his sleeve again, urgently. "Dad, do you know about Boo?"

"I know about Boo."

"Do you know about Boo when he is dramatic?"

"I have witnessed his drama."

"Not all drama. There is more. Much more."

Lucien nodded seriously.

"And Drake. Do you know about Drake?"

"I know about Drake."

"Do you know he asks questions constantly?"

"I am prepared."

"One thousand questions," Lucien emphasized. "Per hour."

Dante’s expression flickered for just a moment.

"...I will manage."

Sable looked deeply concerned now.

"And Luna bites."

"I have been bitten before."

"Not like Luna bites. Luna bites with feeling."

Dante looked at Alina.

Alina shrugged helplessly.

Lucien crossed his small arms.

"Dad, this is a bad idea."

"Your confidence in me is overwhelming."

"We love you," Sable said earnestly. "That is why we warn you."

Dante reached down and ruffled both their heads.

"I appreciate the warning. But I will be fine."

Lucien and Sable exchanged a long look.

Then Lucien sighed.

"Okay. But we sit next to you."

Sable nodded firmly. "Yes. We protect you."

Dante’s expression softened.

"You want to protect me?"

"From chaos," Sable explained. "The classroom is chaos. You do not know chaos. We know chaos. We help."

Lucien nodded.

"We will be your assistants."

Dante looked at them, at their serious little faces, at their determination to keep him safe from kindergarten.

Then he looked at Alina.

She was smiling, her eyes bright.

"They love you," she mouthed silently.

He looked back at his sons.

"Alright," he said quietly. "You can be my assistants."

Sable beamed.

Lucien nodded, satisfied.

And breakfast continued, the morning light growing warmer.

Before leaving for the kindergarten, Dante had arranged something in Alina’s room.

The large screen mirror near the wall shimmered faintly with magic as he finished adjusting the spell. His fingers moved gracefully through the air, tracing symbols only he could see, until slowly the glass surface began to change. The reflection of the bedroom faded, replaced by something else entirely.

A clear viewing screen appeared, showing the kindergarten classroom in real time. The little desks, the tiny chairs arranged in neat rows, the colorful shelves filled with books and art supplies, everything appeared perfectly inside the mirror like a living window into another room.

Dante stepped back, examining his work calmly with a small nod of satisfaction.

"There," he said, dusting invisible magic from his hands. "You can watch the class from here. Observe. Judge. Take notes."

Alina had been standing near the bed, but instead of looking impressed by the magical display, she was staring at him with narrowed eyes.

Very narrowed eyes.

Dante noticed it immediately. He looked at her for a moment, then raised his brows slightly behind those glasses.

"What?" he asked.

She did not answer right away.

Instead, she walked toward him slowly, her arms folding across her chest as she stopped directly in front of him. The look on her face had become suspicious, like someone who had just discovered something questionable hidden in a closet.

"Dee," she said slowly, her voice carefully controlled, "tell me something honestly."

Dante’s expression remained calm, but he clearly understood that tone meant danger. He had heard it before during arguments, during disagreements, during moments when she was about to corner him on something.

"I usually do," he replied carefully.

Her eyes narrowed even more.

"Have you ever watched me through this screen before?"