I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 320 Blessed

She looked at each tiny head bent over their work, her chest tightening with quiet affection. I hope time slows down, she thought. I want to cherish every single moment with them.

Her gaze softened further when she remembered Dante’s mention of the upcoming parent meeting. The idea made her heart flutter with excitement. She couldn’t wait to meet the families of these babies, to tell them how much their children had grown, how brave, kind, and curious they had become.

The thought filled her with warmth, and as she glanced back at her students—Drake counting on his chubby hands, Kelpie humming softly while solving problems, and Boo pretending to faint over numbers—Alina smiled, feeling her heart swell with a simple, profound joy.

After the literature class ended, the room burst into its usual post-lesson chaos. Tiny chairs scraped against the floor as all the babies rushed toward the door, giggling and chattering about the upcoming celebration at Kelpie’s home. In less than a minute, the classroom was empty except for Boo, who lingered behind as always, eager to share the latest gossip brewing in his mischievous little mind.

But the moment he spotted Principal Dante entering through the door, his excitement died instantly. His ghostly glow dimmed like a flickering candle, and he floated away mournfully, muttering, "No gossip hour today..." before disappearing through the wall.

Dante’s tall figure filled the doorway, his black coat brushing softly against the air. His gaze swept across the quiet classroom, focused briefly on the faint shimmer of confetti still scattered on the floor.

"Miss Alina," he said in his calm, deep voice, "did you receive my mail?"

Alina, who was arranging the stack of papers on her desk, looked up with a bright smile. "Yes, sir, I did. I’ve already started small tests for them yesterday," she said proudly. "They’re doing wonderfully. I’ll slowly keep adding more so they can get used to exams without feeling scared."

Dante nodded approvingly, his eyes softening slightly. "Good. That’s what I had in mind as well."

"And sir," she continued enthusiastically, "I’m thinking of including oral tests too. It’ll help them learn how to express their ideas clearly and build confidence."

"That’s an excellent idea," Dante said, glancing down at the floor again, where glittering bits of confetti still caught the sunlight.

"Sir," Alina spoke again, this time hesitantly.

He looked up. "Yes?"

"Kelpie said his father and mother are organizing a big celebration and have invited the entire class, and both of us."

Dante’s expression softened into understanding. "That’s actually the reason I came here," he said, stepping closer. "I received a message from King Corvus himself. The event is one week from now. We’ll all gather here that day and leave together."

Alina’s eyes brightened instantly. "Really? That’s wonderful!" she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. A royal celebration under the sea, she thought, already picturing herself surrounded by glowing corals and gorgeous mermaids.

As Dante continued to explain the arrangements, she found her thoughts drifting toward something entirely different—dresses, accessories, and perhaps a touch of shimmer. From what she had learned from Kelpie, their world was dazzling. I should probably wear something elegant, not too simple, she thought, a tiny smile tugging at her lips.

Noticing her dreamy expression, Dante’s lips curved faintly upward. "You seem excited, Miss Alina."

She blinked and laughed softly. "Ah, yes, just thinking about what to wear."

Before Dante could reply, she suddenly remembered something, her eyes lighting up. "Sir! I also wanted to tell you—my aunt called last night. She said my mother’s recovering! Georgia’s treatment is really working. Thank you so much for helping me!" Her voice trembled slightly with emotion.

Dante smiled faintly. "It was nothing," he said, his tone gentle but distant.

"No, sir, it means everything," she insisted, her eyes bright with sincerity. "So tonight, I’m preparing dinner for you and Lucien. You both have to come to my house!"

Dante blinked, surprised by her sudden boldness. His eyes softened, though his voice was calm as ever. "Miss Alina, please, don’t trouble yourself."

"No, no, you’re coming," she said firmly, crossing her arms with mock seriousness. "That’s final."

A quiet chuckle escaped him, and finally, he nodded. "Very well," he said. "If you insist. But you’ll have to prepare for one more guest."

She tilted her head, puzzled. "Another person?"

"Yes," he replied. "For Sable. I’ve taken him under my care. He lives with me now." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Alina’s mouth fell open. "What? You—you adopted Sable?" she asked, her voice full of delighted shock.

"Adoption doesn’t exactly exist in the Nightshade Court," Dante said lightly. "But I’ve made it official in my own way. His name now appears in my household registry."

Her heart melted instantly. "That’s so beautiful, sir. I’m so happy for Sable."

Dante smiled softly, and his eyes, usually so unreadable, carried something tender. "He’s a good child. Obedient, gentle... he’s brought warmth into my home. I feel," he paused, his voice low, "as though I’ve been blessed with fatherhood twice."

Alina stared at him in awe, her chest tightening with emotion. The image of him caring for little Sable, perhaps reading to him or tucking him in, flashed in her mind, and unexpectedly, she felt a pang deep in her heart. A yearning, almost.

For a moment, she imagined holding a child of her own. The softness of tiny hands. The warmth of a small hug. The joy of being called mama.

"Miss Alina?" Dante’s voice brought her back.

"Ah—yes, sir?" she stammered, cheeks warming.

He smiled faintly. "I’ve already taken five minutes of your time. You should go for lunch before the next class."

She nodded quickly, collecting her bag. "Yes, sir... are you joining us today?"

"I am," he said simply, walking beside her as they left the classroom.

And for some reason, her heart fluttered quietly, like a secret she didn’t dare name.

Not to mention, the air around him always felt different, heavier somehow, filled with something she couldn’t quite name. Whenever he stood close, it was as if the space itself bent quietly around his presence. His voice, deep and calm, carried that quiet power that made the world go still for a moment. Even the way he looked at her, slow and unreadable, as if he could see through her thoughts, made her breath catch for reasons she refused to admit.

There was something almost unreal about him. The faint trace of demonic energy that clung to his aura felt strong and masculine, a powerful force. She could sense it even without touching him—that warmth, that danger, that pull. It wasn’t just charm; it was something older, darker, more commanding.

Her heart thudded lightly as she walked beside him. The way he talks... the way he moves, she thought with quiet amazement, sneaking a small glance at him. Even his silence feels powerful.

It wasn’t fair, really. That someone could look like that, tall, impossibly composed, with every small motion whispering confidence.

Alina sighed in her heart. He’s literally walking demonic perfection, she thought, hiding her flustered smile. The lord of masculinity himself.