I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 398 Joke

Kelpie clutched his wet painting. "Teacher, does water count as decoration? My whole art is swimming..."

Sable sniffed softly, holding up his tiny paper. "Teacher... I didn’t make big art... I only made small cute art of you..." he said shyly, showing his art. His ears drooped. "What if small art gets small marks..."

Before Alina could say anything, Vlad Jr. placed a dramatic hand on his forehead. "You all are so dumb," he declared proudly, flipping his shiny hair. "If there is exam written next to ART, then obviously art exam has marks." He gave them all a royal, elegant smile, as if he had solved the mysteries of the universe.

"Owwwwwww..." Luna made a shocked sound, clutching her chest as if her soul left her body. "Teacher tricked us..."

"Anyway," Drake said confidently, pointing at his drawing that looked like orange noodles on fire, "my flames are fire."

"Relax, relax, all of you," Alina said, trying not to laugh as she raised both hands. "Teacher was joking with you. Yes, you get marks... but just enjoy, okay? Don’t worry."

All babies sighed so dramatically that the glitter on the table moved.

Boo even fell backward on his chair, looking shocked and betrayed.

Alina shook her head fondly. "Listen, sweethearts... I already have all your previous art activity sheets. Your marks come from everything you did in art class before. This little exam today doesn’t carry many marks."

Every baby froze.

Then—every baby screamed.

"WHATTT?!" Boo shouted, popping up like a jack-in-the-box. "Teacher! You mean Boo’s banana is SAFE?!"

Drake clutched his paper to his chest. "My fire flames drawing won’t ruin my future???"

Luna wiped her forehead. "Thank goddess... I colored sky green today... I didn’t know that was allowed..."

Sable hugged his drawing. "Teacher gets marks... not me..."

Vlad Jr. smoothed his collar. "Good. My elegance will not be wasted."

Rocky finally exhaled and whispered to Felix, "I glued too many beads... but it is okay now..."

Felix nodded wisely. "Beads represent freedom."

Alina laughed as she watched them relax again, their little shoulders dropping with relief, their hands returning to crayons and glitter. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

After everyone recovered, Boo slammed both tiny hands on the table, glitter puffing into the air like sparkly smoke. "I can’t believe teacher joked with us!" he complained, making the most dramatic betrayed face in the entire supernatural world. "Boo’s tiny ghost heart almost left Boo’s tiny ghost body!"

Drake nodded violently. "Teacher, you scared me! I thought I failed art and my mom would make me eat vegetables!"

Luna crossed her arms with a huff. "I almost cried. Almost."

Vlad Jr. lifted his chin. "I was not fooled. I simply chose silence."

Felix rolled his eyes at his words.

Rocky hugged his bead-covered paper. "Teacher, please don’t joke like that. Rocky’s stone heart gets cracks when scared..."

Alina pressed a hand to her forehead and laughed, unable to stop herself. "Alright, alright! I won’t joke like that again!"

Boo pointed at her with a glitter-covered finger. "Good! Because Boo is sensitive artist. Very fragile." He tapped his chest proudly. "This heart is made of soft marshmallow."

Drake whispered loudly to Luna, "I think Boo’s heart is made of cheating."

And Boo gasped as if personally attacked.

The whole table erupted into laughter again.

Alina gathered every glitter-covered masterpiece with careful hands, smiling at the way each paper still carried a bit of the baby who made it—Boo’s sparkles exploding everywhere, Drake’s bold crayon marks, Luna’s sharp little paw-prints of control, Vlad Jr.’s elegant shapes, Kelpie’s watery swirls, Rocky’s stone-steady drawings, Felix’s disciplined colors, and Sable’s sweet admiration for her, Lucien’s love for his dad.

When the last piece was placed safely on her desk, she clapped softly. "Alright, everyone! Time’s up. Please go sit at your desks."

Chairs scraped. Wings fluttered. Tiny claws clicked. Boo floated dramatically to his seat as if performing in a sad opera. Within moments, the room was a neat row of excited little faces staring up at her.

Alina tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and glanced at the door. The message Dante sent earlier replayed in her mind:

"I will visit your class after they complete their art exam."

Her heart fluttered even though she tried to hide it behind a teacher-smile.

The babies, meanwhile, looked absolutely thrilled—swinging their legs, whispering to each other, glowing with pure joy at the thought of holidays.

Alina watched them fondly.

This was the part that made her chest ache the most.

She adored these babies. Their chaos, their sweetness, their tiny dramas, their clinginess. The thought of not seeing them for a whole month squeezed her heart painfully.

She pressed her lips together, trying not to show the sadness.

Holiday is good for them, she reminded herself gently.

They need rest... and so do I.

But she knew the truth—she wasn’t going to rest. Not really. She was going to miss them terribly. And the thought of not seeing Dante every morning... that added another quiet ache inside her.

She swallowed softly.

I’ll still have to come for work for a few days, she told herself. I’ll see him a little... maybe.

Still, it didn’t stop the faint, warm sadness rising in her chest.

"All of you sit nicely," she said in a gentle tone. "Someone important is coming to talk to you."

The babies gasped.

"Principal?" Boo whispered dramatically, eyes huge.

"Dad?" Lucien said with hopeful sparkles.

Sable sat straighter, fixing his hair.

Rocky froze like a stone statue.

Luna tucked her tail behind her neatly.

Drake wiped glitter off his mouth as if preparing for inspection.

The door opened with a soft creak, and every little head in the room snapped up like startled chicks.

Dante stepped inside with his usual quiet authority, shadows brushing along the floor like obedient pets. The babies froze—backs straight, eyes huge, lips pressed together—as though a king had entered a tiny kingdom.

"Good morning, Principal!" they chorused.

Dante gave a single composed nod. "Good morning."

His deep voice settled over the room, calm and smooth, and the babies stared at him with a mix of awe and worry. Alina shifted slightly beside her desk, watching him with warmth blooming in her chest. He always looked so tall among the tiny desks, like he didn’t belong in a classroom yet somehow fit perfectly.

"I won’t take much of your time," Dante said, folding his hands behind his back. "I hope your exams went well."

All babies nodded so hard their heads nearly wobbled off.