I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 326 Lunaris Tide Festival

Inside the palace, Alina could only sigh softly. The sight before her was breathtaking. The floor beneath her feet was smooth and transparent, revealing the shimmering ocean floor below, where soft corals glowed faintly and schools of tiny fish drifted like living glitter. The grand hall ahead was adorned with seashells of every size and hue, each one inlaid with delicate pearls arranged into swirling, harmonious patterns that gleamed under the gentle light.

As they walked further, the space opened into a vast round dome, its translucent walls offering a panoramic view of the underwater world outside. Faint beams of sunlight filtered through the ocean above, breaking into ribbons of gold and blue that moved like living art.

At the center of the room stood eight beautiful couches made of polished coral with soft sea-silk cushions that shimmered when touched by light. They were arranged neatly in a square pattern, two on each side, around a low crystalline table made of shell glass. Courtiers and attendants moved quietly across the room, carrying trays shaped like clams and jars filled with glowing nectar.

"Please, have a seat," King Corvus said warmly, gesturing with a gracious hand.

At once, all the babies scrambled toward the couches with excitement. Boo floated above one, spinning happily before flopping down dramatically. Drake bounced onto another, his tail flicking like an overexcited puppy. Luna tried to sit elegantly, but her tail betrayed her, wagging nonstop.

Alina smiled helplessly as she followed, sitting beside Dante. Across from them, King Corvus and Lady Maris took their places with quiet grace.

"We’ve prepared some special snacks for all of you," Lady Maris said kindly, her eyes full of warmth. "Little Tide told me what kinds of food each of you liked, so we made them in our own way—using what the ocean provides."

"Snacks!" Drake’s head shot up instantly. His wings fluttered, and his eyes gleamed like molten gold. "Thank you, Aunty! I was just wondering if you’d prepared snacks all the way!" he said cheerfully.

"Drake!" Alina said quickly, half embarrassed and half amused, her cheeks warming as she glanced at Lady Maris.

But Lady Maris only laughed softly, her silver hair drifting with the movement of the water. "It’s alright," she said, smiling kindly at the flustered teacher. "He has his mother’s energy—and her appetite."

Drake grinned proudly. "Yeah, my mom says if I stop eating, the sun might go out!"

Boo sighed dramatically beside him. "Then please don’t ever skip lunch."

The entire hall echoed with soft laughter, even King Corvus’s deep chuckle rumbling like a gentle tide, and Alina couldn’t help but smile.

Soon, graceful attendants arrived carrying shell trays that shimmered like moonlit glass. Each tray was filled with small sea snacks—delicate pearl dumplings that glowed faintly, coral crisps shaped like flowers, and tiny seashell tarts filled with sweet blue jelly. Alongside them, they served tall crystal cups of juice made from deep-sea fruits, each color more vivid than the last: soft pinks, golden hues, and luminous turquoise that seemed to sparkle on their own.

The children’s eyes widened instantly.

"FOOD!" Drake cheered, nearly toppling off the couch as he reached for the tray. Boo floated up and sniffed the glowing juice before declaring, "It smells like rainbow dreams!" Felix nodded approvingly, already munching quietly, while Luna tried to hide her excitement by nibbling with small, polite bites—though her tail wagged the entire time.

Even Vlad Jr., who usually acted so proper, couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips as he sipped his drink.

Meanwhile, Alina accepted her tray with both hands, smiling gratefully. The aroma was surprisingly light and refreshing, and she could taste the faint salt of the sea in the air. "These look amazing," she said softly, her eyes shining with awe.

Beside her, however, Dante only offered a polite smile and shook his head slightly when an attendant tried to hand him a tray. "No, thank you," he said calmly. "I’m not hungry."

The attendant bowed and moved away quietly, though Lady Maris looked mildly puzzled.

Alina turned to him, whispering under her breath, "Sir, are you sure? They look really good..."

"I’m fine," Dante said gently. His tone was courteous, but there was something faintly distant about it. He kept his gaze lowered, his hands resting neatly on his knees. Eating here felt wrong to him—it wasn’t about hunger, but respect. To dine in another ruler’s domain without purpose or offering felt improper. He wasn’t a guest at a dinner; he was a demon lord sitting in a kingdom that wasn’t his.

Alina sensed it somehow—the quiet restraint behind his refusal—and said nothing more. She simply nodded and turned back toward her plate, nibbling quietly while the babies chattered and giggled beside them.

After everyone had filled their little stomachs—some with elegance, others with crumbs scattered all over the coral couches—King Corvus leaned forward, his deep voice carrying the calm weight of the sea itself. "Now that you’ve eaten, little ones," he began with a kind smile, "let me tell you why today is so special. This is the Lunaris Tide Festival—our ocean’s most sacred celebration. It takes place once every year, on the night when the moon shines at her fullest and casts her silver light deep enough to touch the sea’s heart. On that night, the ocean and the moon become one. The currents slow, the waters glow, and all sea folk gather to honor her light."

The children went quiet, wide-eyed with awe. Soft blue radiance drifted through the dome ceiling as if the ocean itself were listening.

Luna, sitting perfectly still on her seat, stared up in fascination. "The moon... touches the sea?" she whispered softly, her golden eyes glimmering.

King Corvus nodded with a gentle smile. "Yes, little wolf. The moon calls to every drop of water, every tide and current. Her light gives the sea its rhythm—the rise, the fall, the pulse of life itself."

Luna’s ears twitched as she listened, her tail curling close to her legs. In her pack, her father often told her that the moon was their goddess—the one who nurtured them, guided their instincts, and blessed every howl that echoed beneath her light. Hearing that even the ocean honored the same moon made her chest feel strangely warm, as if two pieces of her world had just touched.

"The moon protects all who live under her glow," King Corvus continued, his voice rich and calm. "Whether they walk on land, soar in the sky, or swim through the depths, her light finds them. And tonight, when she reaches her highest point, the ocean will bloom with her reflection. That is when our true celebration begins and we celebrate all day."

Boo floated closer, whispering, "Does that mean the moon will swim down here too?"