I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 462 Face time

Three days later

When the call finally connected, the image that filled the screen made Alina’s breath catch before she could stop it.

Dante wasn’t indoors, nor anywhere familiar. He stood at the edge of a vast cliff, the kind that looked like the world simply ended there. Behind him, the sky churned in heavy shades of charcoal and bruised purple, clouds rolling over one another as if locked in an endless argument. The wind was fierce enough that even through the screen she could almost feel it, tugging at his coat, making the fabric snap sharply against his frame. Faint red particles drifted upward from far below the cliff, glowing softly like dying embers that refused to fade.

Alina pulled the laptop closer to herself without realizing it. "How are you?" she asked again, her voice quieter now, threaded with worry she didn’t try to hide.

"I’m fine," he replied, steady as ever, though his eyes softened the moment he looked at her and then at the boys leaning against her sides. "How are the boys? And you?"

"We’re all okay," she said, forcing a small smile. Then, more honestly, "They miss you so much. Not just them. Everyone misses you."

For a split second, his expression faltered. His ears flushed a faint red before he turned the camera slightly, pretending to show them the view instead. "It’s nothing," he muttered, as if the landscape beneath him wasn’t terrifying.

Alina shuddered despite herself.

Below the cliff, the land looked alive in the worst way. Cracks in the earth pulsed with a dull crimson glow, releasing those floating red particles into the air. They weren’t sparks or fire. They were raw energy, unstable and corrosive, rising from deep within the ground. The air there was so dense it distorted the view, bending light and shadow until distance became hard to judge. Even the wind carried weight, pressing instead of cooling, as if breathing it for too long would crush fragile lungs.

"This place..." Alina whispered, eyes fixed on the screen. "It looks so dangerous. Just like you said."

"It is," Dante said simply, turning the camera back to his face. His tone shifted, quieter, more serious. "This region sits over a fault of volatile energy. The atmosphere here reacts aggressively to anything soft, anything unshielded."

She frowned, holding Sable a little closer without realizing it. "What do you mean?"

"For babies," he explained, choosing his words carefully, "their bodies are still forming. Their energy is gentle, unfinished. This land feeds on instability. It pulls at it, drains it, overwhelms it. A child’s body wouldn’t be able to regulate the pressure or the toxins carried in the air. Even standing here too long could make them sick. Or worse."

Her stomach twisted.

"And women?" she asked quietly.

His jaw tightened for a brief moment before he answered. "Women...especially human women, are even more vulnerable here. The air carries corrosive particles that interfere with the nervous system. Headaches, dizziness, fainting. Those are the mild effects. Prolonged exposure can damage the heart, lungs, and mind. There’s no natural shelter, no safe zones. Even most demons don’t bring their families anywhere near this place."

Alina swallowed hard, her gaze flicking back to the storm behind him. The wind howled louder now, rain threatening but never falling, trapped in the thick, suffocating sky.

"That’s why I didn’t take you," he said, his voice lower now. "Or the boys. I wouldn’t risk it. Not even for a moment."

Lucien tightened his grip on her sleeve, his small face serious as he stared at the screen. Sable leaned closer too, eyes wide, clearly sensing the danger through the image.

Alina looked back at Dante, her heart caught between fear and pain for him. "Please be careful," she said softly. "I don’t like seeing you there."

His expression eased, just a little. "I will," he promised. "I’ve been here before. I know how to survive this place."

"But still, better be safe than sorry," Alina said gently, her brows drawn together as she looked at him through the screen, as if staring hard enough could somehow shield him from the storm behind him.

"It’s okay," Dante replied, his voice calm and grounding, the faintest smile touching his lips. "Tell me. Are the boys adjusting there?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Alina glanced down at them instinctively, and the moment her gaze shifted, both little heads lifted as if summoned.

"They’re adjusting," she said, her tone warming. "A little too well, actually."

Lucien straightened first, his small back pressing proudly against the headboard. "We are fine," he said seriously, nodding once as if delivering a report. "Extra Aunt Lyla gives us fruit after lunch, and Grandma Amelia asks us many questions. I answer all of them properly." He also began calling Aunt Lyla "Extra Aunt Lyla" after hearing Sable call her that.

Dante’s eyes softened immediately. "I expected that," he said. "You always do."

Lucien’s lips curved just a little, pleased, though he tried to hide it.

Sable, on the other hand, had already crawled halfway into Alina’s lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and peeked at the screen shyly. "Daddy..." he called softly, his voice small but clear.

"Yes?" Dante answered at once, leaning a little closer to the camera.

"I sleep good," Sable announced earnestly. "Extra Aunt tells stories and Grandma laughs a lot. But..." he hesitated, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of Alina’s sleeve, "...I miss you."

Alina felt her heart squeeze.

Dante closed his eyes for a brief second, then opened them again, his gaze steady but unmistakably tender. "I miss you too," he said. "Both of you."

Sable nodded, satisfied by the answer, then rested his cheek against Alina’s stomach as if that settled everything.

"And," Alina added with a tiny smile, brushing her fingers through Sable’s hair, "they’ve decided this bed is officially theirs now. I barely get any space."

Lucien frowned slightly. "That is not true," he said very composed. "We leave you space. You just move in your sleep."

Alina blinked at him. "I do not."

Sable giggled, the sound bright and unrestrained. "Mom moves," he agreed happily. "She steals blanket."

Dante let out a low chuckle, the sound rich and warm, so different from the roaring wind behind him. "So that’s how it is," he said, amusement clear in his eyes. "Ganging up on her already."

"They are very united," Alina sighed dramatically, though the fond curve of her lips completely ruined the complaint. "I’m clearly outnumbered."