I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 277 Protest

AFTER LUNCH

"Drake!!! We can’t play right now! Did you forget the protest?!" Boo shouted furiously, flapping his tiny ghost arms as Drake rolled lazily in the grass.

The chubby dragon boy lay sprawled on his tummy, eyes half-closed, tail twitching in satisfaction after a very large lunch. Around him sat the rest of the class, forming a small "baby council" circle that looked more like a picnic than a protest meeting.

"Drake’s mind stops working once his stomach is full," Luna muttered, rolling her eyes. She sat cross-legged, brushing bits of grass off her uniform skirt.

Vlad Jr. nodded solemnly. "Indeed. His brain appears to sleep while his mouth continues functioning."

Drake pouted, propping his chin on his palms. "I am listening! Make plan already! I don’t like Professor Egg! Argh—he doubts us sooo much!" He snorted a puff of smoke into the air, glaring at the invisible enemy in his head.

"Yes, that is unacceptable. A royal should never be doubted," Vlad Jr. said, adjusting his little tie dramatically. "It wounds our honor."

Boo crossed his tiny ghostly legs mid-air, spinning once. "Exactly! He insulted our intelligence and said we can’t write! So now we fight—with justice!"

Rocky, sitting quietly beside Sable, raised his hand timidly. "Um... how do we fight with justice?"

"By not writing!" Boo declared proudly, as if revealing a powerful spell. "Until he says sorry!"

Luna huffed. "That’s not justice. That’s laziness."

"Same thing!" Drake said quickly, earning a glare from her.

Kelpie giggled, splashing a few water droplets in the air. "Can water join protest too?"

"You are water, Kelpie," Luna said flatly.

"Then protest will be very wet," Kelpie replied happily, splashing again.

"NOOO! Not water protest!!" Drake yelled, scooting away dramatically.

Meanwhile, Sable’s eyes sparkled as he whispered, "Teacher will be so happy when she knows we miss her this much..."

Boo nodded firmly. "Exactly. This protest is not only for justice—it’s for love, loyalty, and snacks!"

"Snacks??" Drake’s ears perked up instantly. "We get snacks??"

Boo looked at him blankly. "...No."

Drake groaned and rolled onto his back. "Then I’ll just support emotionally."

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Dante came back after a long, draining meeting with the West Domain leaders. He appeared in his office through the black shimmer of his teleportation magic, hoping for a moment of peace—only to hear loud voices from just outside his door.

He frowned. It sounded... childish. And very familiar.

He opened the door and blinked.

All the babies were sitting on the floor facing his office door, forming a tiny circle of rebellion. In front of them, Drake held a piece of paper with big, messy letters that read:

NO MISS ALINA, NO STUDY!

The others held similar slogans: "BRING TEACHER BACK!", "WE REFUSE MATH!", and Boo’s personal favorite—"DOWN WITH EGG!" (complete with a doodle of Professor Hobb crying).

Nearby, Professor Hobb and Gabriel stood helplessly, both looking like they’d aged a decade.

"Sir," Gabriel sighed, rubbing his temples, "we tried to stop them, but they won’t listen."

Dante pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose. For a moment, he truly had no words.

Even Lucien and Sable were there, sitting quietly but holding tiny protest papers. His own son. He felt a headache bloom behind his eyes. They had actually formed a rebellion... for Alina.

He exhaled slowly. "Miss Alina was on leave. She’s not leaving permanently," he explained in his calmest voice.

But the babies only puffed up more, their little faces set in adorable determination. They didn’t understand what "leave from job" meant—all they knew was that their beloved teacher was gone, and the evil Professor Egg had taken over.

Dante sighed again. Logic wouldn’t work. So he decided to... negotiate.

He smirked slightly and said to one of his shadows, "Bring food. A lot of food from the royal kitchen—include sweets and special dishes."

Drake’s eyes immediately lit up.

"And," Dante added, "bring my shiny collection from the castle vault."

Drake shot up so fast his wings flapped wildly. "Shiny?! Principal, we can make deal!"

"Though," Dante said slowly, pretending to think, "I’ll have to enjoy all of it myself—since some students are still on protest." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Drake froze, his chubby face twisting in horror. "P–Principal, we didn’t do hungry protest! We said no study, not no food!"

Boo nodded furiously. "Yes! Yes! Please respect our boundaries!"

Luna groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "You two are hopeless."

Vlad Jr. sighed dramatically. "Truly, the dignity of our protest has been lost."

Dante continued to smirk. "Bring me fresh peaches from our royal garden," he commanded another shadow.

Felix’s ears twitched, his eyes going wide. "P–Peaches? The golden ones?"

"Yes. The fresh ones. I’ll have them all for myself."

Felix actually drooled a little. "Peaches are life..." he whispered brokenly.

Dante then looked amusedly at the vampire boy. "And bring me new bottles of royal blood—pure vintage, for babies only."

Vlad Jr.’s red eyes sparkled instantly, his fangs glinting. "Royal blood?" he said, trying to sound unimpressed but already inching closer.

Dante crossed his arms. "Indeed. But I suppose I’ll drink them all since—"

"Wait, we didn’t protest against blood!!" Vlad Jr. said quickly, his voice panicked. "Please prepare one for me!"

Dante’s lips curved faintly. Another one lured. He glanced toward the others—Luna, Sable, Lucien, Boo, Kelpie, and Rocky—who all still sat stubbornly, arms crossed, expressions fierce like tiny warriors ready to protect their cause.

He smirked quietly and summoned another shadow. "Bring me the royal gem chest," he said smoothly, his tone casual but deliberate. "The one filled with moonlit stones that glitter like stars."

Rocky’s eyes widened. His stone patterns shimmered faintly as he swallowed hard. "M–moonlit stones...?" he whispered, his little body trembling.

Dante pretended not to notice. "Yes. I’ll polish them tonight... perhaps keep them under candlelight, where no little hands can touch them."

Rocky gasped. "T-that’s dangerous! You can’t polish gems alone, Principal! Rocks—uh, I mean gems—need supervision! I’ll come... just in case, for safety reasons."

Boo face-palmed in the air. "Safety? You just want to lick the shiny!"

Rocky looked defensive. "You don’t lick rocks! You admire them!"