I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 503 Party

Lunch break spread through the kindergarten like warm sunlight, filling the kids’ dining area with chatter, clinking spoons, and a soft rustle. The long tables were crowded with tiny chairs, colorful water bottles, and snack boxes shaped like animals and stars. The air smelled like warm bread, fruit, and the faint sweetness of juice pouches being squeezed too hard by excited little hands.

And then chaos, as expected, began.

"Vlad Jr. PARTY!!!" Boo and Drake shouted together at full volume, completely ignoring the concept of indoor voices.

Boo rolled his little ghost fists dramatically in the air, his tail wiggling like a victory flag, his shiny upgraded accessories clinking softly as he floated up and down in pure celebration energy. His fluffy hair bounced wildly with every exaggerated movement, making him look less like a spooky spirit and more like a very excited marshmallow.

Beside him, Drake had somehow decided celebration meant full-body movement. He was bouncing, twisting, and yes, very proudly attempting what he believed were extremely cool dance moves, his tail swishing side to side while he wiggled his hips in what he absolutely believed was an elite performance.

"Victory dance!" Drake declared proudly, not even slightly embarrassed.

Kelpie immediately started clapping rhythmically on the table.

Rocky stared in stunned fascination, cheeks pink, unsure whether he should be concerned or impressed.

Felix slowly pushed his lunch plate two centimeters away from the chaos zone, like a survivor protecting supplies during a natural disaster.

Luna dragged a hand down her face. "Why are you like this..." she muttered, though her tail gave one amused flick.

At the center of this storm, Vlad Jr. sat perfectly straight, elegant as ever, carefully unfolding his napkin and placing it across his lap like he was attending a royal banquet instead of a kindergarten lunch.

He let out a tiny sigh.

"I did not win to witness this," he said softly, though the corner of his lips betrayed him with the smallest smile.

Boo instantly gasped. "CR means PARTY LEADER!"

"No," Vlad Jr. said calmly.

Drake slammed his hands on the table. "CR MEANS CELEBRATION RESPONSIBILITY!"

"That is not—"

Before Vlad Jr. could finish, Sable clapped softly, eyes shining. "The party is nice," he said in his small, happy voice.

And that was it.

Boo froze dramatically.

Drake froze dramatically.

Both slowly turned toward Sable like he had just given royal approval.

"Party approved by Sable," Boo whispered.

"Party officially legal," Drake confirmed.

Lucien, sitting quietly beside Sable, just sighed into his juice box. "This is why democracy is dangerous," he muttered.

"Alright," Vlad Jr. said, folding his hands neatly on the table as if he was announcing something during a royal meeting instead of lunch break. "I will inform my father to organize a proper party for this. I will need to take permission first, of course."

For one second, the table went completely silent.

Then—

"Oh my GOD!! Party at your castle?!" Drake shouted, his eyes shining like he had just been told unlimited desserts were now a legal right.

Vlad Jr. nodded once, very composed despite the explosion of excitement around him. "Yes. If Father allows, you may all come. We can play together, have fun, and explore my mother’s garden. It is... very beautiful."

That instantly caught everyone’s full attention.

Even Felix stopped pretending to be uninterested.

Vlad Jr. straightened slightly, clearly pleased to explain. "It is not just a normal garden," he said, his voice calm but quietly proud. "It is very large. There are long stone paths with white lanterns hanging on both sides, and at night they glow very softly, like little moons sitting in trees."

Drake’s mouth opened slightly. "Glowing lantern trees??"

"Yes," Vlad Jr. nodded. "And there is a fountain in the center. The water is dark blue at night because of special stones under it. When the wind blows, the water makes a very calm musical sound. Mother says it helps people think peacefully."

Kelpie looked completely enchanted. "Water... music?"

Vlad Jr. continued, warming to his topic. "There are flower arches everywhere. Some flowers only bloom in moonlight. They are pale silver and light purple. And there are sitting swings made of white wood. Mother likes reading there."

Luna tried to look unimpressed, but her ears were fully forward now. "Is there... space to run?"

"Yes," Vlad Jr. said immediately. "There is an open grass field behind the garden. Very soft grass. Good for running. And there are tall hedge maze paths. Not dangerous ones. Small ones. For fun."

Boo gasped dramatically. "MAZE??? WE CAN GET LOST DRAMATICALLY???"

"Yes," Vlad Jr. said calmly. "But there are exit crystals every few steps."

"...Less dramatic but acceptable," Boo muttered.

Drake sat on his chair, leaning forward so hard his nose almost touched Vlad Jr.’s shoulder. "Is there space to fly?"

"Yes."

"SPACE TO BREATHE FIRE?"

"...A small amount," Vlad Jr. said carefully. "Away from plants."

"THIS IS BEST PARTY EVER," Drake declared.

Sable looked shy but excited, fingers curled into his sleeve. "Can... can we sit together also?" he asked softly.

Vlad Jr.’s expression softened. "Of course. There is a tea table area. Mother always prepares snacks there. And fruit desserts. And soft cakes."

Felix finally spoke. "...I am coming for the food."

Lucien crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Security level?"

Vlad Jr. looked slightly impressed by the question. "High. But not restrictive. You will be safe."

Lucien nodded once. "Acceptable."

Meanwhile, Boo had already started planning. "I will make a spooky entry through fountain mist."

"No, you will not," Luna said flatly.

Drake grabbed Boo. "WE WILL MAKE TEAM ENTRY."

"No, you will not," Luna repeated, louder.

Kelpie whispered to Rocky, "This is going to be chaotic."

Rocky nodded nervously. "But... good chaotic."

After classes ended and the room slowly settled into that soft, drowsy quiet that always came before nap time, Alina stood near the front of the classroom, holding her attendance file against her chest as she looked at each of them carefully, making sure she had their attention. Warm afternoon light slipped through the classroom windows and rested gently over their tiny desks, over half-finished drawings, pencil marks, and scattered eraser crumbs that somehow always ended up everywhere.

"Don’t forget to bring your parents or guardians tomorrow," she reminded them gently, her voice calm but clear. "I will be showing them your papers, results, and your progress report in class."