I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 377 Spell (3)

King Corvus treasured these quiet afternoons more than he ever admitted aloud. His work table was covered in scrolls and domain maps, while beside him sat his little Kelpie, legs folded neatly, staring at his notebook with intense focus.

This was their routine.

Corvus worked.

Kelpie played with himself.

Sometimes he splashed tiny drops of water everywhere when he got excited.

But today... Kelpie was strangely still.

Suspiciously still.

Maybe because he was studying today.

Corvus glanced to the side, expecting to see his son doodling fishes or drawing funny drawings. Instead, Kelpie sat frozen like a tiny statue, eyes narrowed at the page. His little fingers were folded together as if he were meditating.

Corvus smiled faintly.

Perhaps his son was finally learning how to concentrate.

But then he heard it.

A strange tiny whisper.

"Blorp... bolp... brain go bright..."

Corvus’ quill paused in midair.

He slowly turned his head.

Kelpie didn’t notice.

He was staring so intensely at his notes that his gills fluttered with focus.

Then came another whisper.

"Smart Kelpie... smart smart... blurp..."

Corvus squinted.

Was he... mishearing things?

He leaned a little closer.

Kelpie inhaled dramatically, closed his eyes, and whispered with divine seriousness:

"Blorp blorp... memory come... teacher be proud..."

Corvus straightened in shock.

"What... in all oceans... was that?"

Kelpie gasped and snapped his notebook shut so fast that Corvus blinked in disbelief.

"Dad!! You were NOT supposed to hear that!" Kelpie flailed, cheeks puffing up like a startled pufferfish.

Corvus folded his arms slowly. "Little tide. What exactly were you muttering?"

Kelpie froze again, then gave the most painfully innocent smile any water creature had ever produced.

"Just... studying."

Corvus raised a brow. "Studying by saying blorp?"

Kelpie made a tiny choking noise. "It was not blorp. It was... special word. For smart. Very advanced."

Corvus stared.

Kelpie sweated water.

Finally, Corvus sighed. "Kelpie."

"Yes, Dad?" He smiled nervously.

"What spell was that?"

Kelpie looked at the floor. "It’s Boo’s spell."

Corvus blinked. "...Boo?"

Kelpie nodded rapidly. "Yes. Boo said if we chant magical memory spell... our brain will switch on. Like lamp." He tapped his head twice for demonstration. "And we will remember everything for exam."

Corvus silently mouthed the words magical memory spell.

Kelpie leaned in seriously, lowering his voice. "Dad... Boo is strong. Very strong. He knows many spells. Smart spells. Gossip spells. Fainting spells..."

"Fainting?" Corvus repeated sharply.

Kelpie nodded with tragic sincerity. "He said if we don’t remember anything... we faint. Teacher will feel sympathy and give easy questions."

Corvus covered his face with both hands.

Kelpie gently poked his father’s sleeve. "Dad... please don’t tell teacher I blorped."

Corvus slowly dropped his hands, staring at his son. "Kelpie... sweetheart... you don’t need Boo’s spell. You are already smart."

Kelpie gasped dramatically. "Really?"

Corvus cupped his little face. "Yes. Very smart. The smartest Kelpie in our whole domain."

Kelpie puffed proudly, tail wagging. "Dad... but spell help."

Corvus sighed and hugged him. "If chanting blorp makes you confident, fine. But no fainting."

Kelpie mumbled into his shoulder, "Okay... but blorp only in secret."

Corvus patted his head gently, already planning to send Boo’s ghost elder a very long message.

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Meanwhile, in the quiet corner of the Nightshade Palace library, Sable sat cross-legged on a fluffy cushion, chanting Boo’s spell with the devotion of a monk trying to summon enlightenment.

"Blorp... smart... blorp... brain open... blorp..."

Lucien sat beside him with a pencil in hand, trying very hard to focus on his own notes. But after the twentieth blorp, he pressed his palms over his ears, shoulders stiff with pure suffering.

"Sable," Lucien sighed, removing one hand from his ear. "That spell is not going to work."

Sable blinked up at him with the roundest, sparkliest eyes. "Why not? Boo said it works."

Lucien pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because Boo is not a witch. Boo is Boo."

Sable’s little mouth formed a perfect O. "But Boo is a ghost," he argued sincerely. "Ghost is kind of magic. Very magic."

Lucien groaned softly. "Sable, chanting blorp blorp doesn’t make you remember anything. If you chant answers instead, you will remember more. You should revise, not blorp."

Sable poked his fingers together. "But... Boo’s spell makes me feel smart."

Lucien’s expression softened a little. The way Sable said it, shy and tiny, almost made the spell sound real.

Sable continued quietly, cupping his small hands together as though holding invisible courage. "If I become smart... Miss Alina will be happy... and Dad will be happy... and maybe Arielle will feel proud too."

Lucien paused.

Sable’s cheeks were pink.

His shadows curled at his feet shyly.

Lucien closed his notebook and looked at him gently.

"Sable," he said softly, "you don’t have to become smart to be loved."

Sable’s eyes widened, surprised by the warmth in Lucien’s voice.

Lucien continued, his tone far wiser than his age. "Teacher already likes you. Dad already loves you. Arielle already thinks you’re amazing. You just need to try your best. That’s all."

Sable swallowed, his lashes fluttering. "But spell makes me feel... brave."

Lucien smiled, leaning forward. "Then chant it one time before studying. Just once. But chanting it all day is a waste of time. Our teacher said we should use time wisely, remember?"

Sable nodded slowly. "Okay... one blorp."

Lucien snorted. "Fine. One blorp."

Sable giggled and whispered, "Blorp."

Lucien chuckled too, shaking his head fondly.

Sable looked at him for a moment and whispered softly, "...You talk like adults."

Lucien froze.

Then he looked down at his notebook, fingers curling slightly.

Because it was true.

He did talk like adults.

He wanted to grow fast.

He wanted to help his dad.

He wanted to be someone his father could rely on.

Lucien gave Sable a small smile. "I have to learn fast. So I can help Dad. He works a lot."

Sable’s eyes softened, and he scooted closer until their shoulders touched.

"Then... I will help you too," Sable whispered, offering his tiny hand.

Lucien held his hand gently, his heart warming.

"Okay," he said softly. "We help each other."

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"WHAT???" Boo shrieked as he was shaken awake, his round ghostly body wobbling like jelly. His eyes were still half-closed, his little mouth in a sleepy pout. "Elder Soxx! Why did you wake Boo?! Boo was having ghostly sleep! Very premium dream! Very important dream!"

Soxx blinked at him, frazzled. "Premium... what?"

Boo huffed, folding his tiny arms. "Ghostly sleep! The deep sleep where Boo dreams magical dreams. Boo was dreaming about teacher!" He pointed at himself dramatically as if this explained everything.

Soxx’s entire spirit froze. "Why," he said slowly, rubbing his temples, "exactly... were you dreaming about your teacher?"

Boo stared at him like he was the foolish one. "Elder Soxx, you are silly. Boo topped the class, teacher was so proud, she hugged Boo and took Boo out to play, and she bought Boo seventeen new shirts. That was Boo’s dream."

"Oh," Soxx said flatly, relief washing over him. "So... not romantic dream."

Boo made a face. "Ew! No! Teacher is teacher! Boo just wants attention, snacks, love, new clothes, and more hugs. All love."

Soxx cleared his throat, heat rising in embarrassment at his own foolish thoughts. "Right. Good. So listen—"

But Boo wasn’t done.

He floated up, making big gestures in the air. "Teacher also braided Boo’s hair in dream, even though Boo has no hair. That is how powerful teacher is. She can braid air!"

Soxx looked exhausted already. "Yes, yes, very impressive. Now—"

"—and Boo rode on teacher’s head like crown!" Boo added proudly.

Soxx shut his eyes and begged the universe for patience. "BOO. LISTEN."

Boo stopped mid-dramatic spin, blinking. "What?"

Soxx crossed his arms. "We received a message that you taught some of your classmates a spell."

Boo gasped, slapping both cheeks. "They told on Boo?! TRAITORS!!"

Soxx pinched the bridge of his ghostly nose. "No one told on you. Their parents heard... strange noises. Strange chanting."

Boo puffed his cheeks. "That was smart chanting."

Soxx stared. "What chanting?"

Boo raised his tiny arms theatrically and chanted:

"BLORP BLORP BRAIN TURN ON!!"

Soxx staggered backward. "WHAT— is that??"

"Memory spell!" Boo said proudly, spinning in the air. "Boo invented it. Boo is genius. Boo is smart master. Boo helps class become intelligent group!"

Soxx looked like he aged five centuries in five seconds. "Boo... you cannot teach random spells you make up to children! They believe you!"

"Well, they SHOULD believe Boo," Boo sniffed. "Spell works."

Soxx blinked. "How?"

Boo leaned in, whispering dramatically, "Because when Boo chants spell... Boo FEELS powerful."

"That is not how academics work," Soxx said with despair.

Boo crossed his arms smugly. "Spell works. Boo has evidence."

"Boo," Soxx said, voice cracking. "Please. Stop teaching spells."

Boo blinked innocently. "Elder Soxx... are you jealous?"

Soxx froze. "What?!"

Boo floated around him in dramatic circles. "Admit it. Boo is powerful. Boo is popular. Boo has many fans. Even adults chant Boo’s name sometimes."

"No adult chants your name," Soxx muttered.

"TEACHER DOES!" Boo yelled triumphantly.

Soxx closed his eyes. "Boo... she calls you during attendance."

Boo gasped. "So teacher chants Boo’s name EVERY DAY?? Elder Soxx, Boo is celebrity."

Soxx dropped onto an imaginary chair. "I should have stayed retired."

Boo patted his shoulder. "Don’t worry, Elder Soxx. Boo will teach YOU spell too."

"No," Soxx whispered weakly.

But Boo lifted his tiny hands anyway. "Repeat after Boo—"

"No."

"BLORP."

"No."

"BLORP!"

"I refuse."

Boo shrugged. "Suit yourself. Boo go help the world now."

And with that, he floated away confidently, convinced he had just saved education across seven domains.

Soxx stared at the ceiling.

"I am begging someone," he whispered, "anyone... please stop this child."