I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 560 You are very direct

"...You explain like an adult," she said honestly.

Dante blinked once.

"Yes," he replied calmly. "That is because I am an adult."

Luna looked at him seriously, her golden brown eyes holding the kind of focus she usually reserved for chasing squirrels.

"But children don’t understand adult explanations."

The classroom had grown quiet again. Felix leaned forward slightly in his chair to listen, his sharp eyes curious.

Kelpie’s pencil curiously dropped water as he turned his head toward the front.

Rocky looked curious, his face tilted.

Boo slowly lifted his head from the desk where he had been dramatically suffering through mathematics.

Drake whispered under his breath, "This is educational. Very educational."

Lucien watched quietly from his seat, observing his father’s teaching methods with interest. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Sable leaned closer, his little face looking curious.

Luna continued explaining without hesitation, completely unintimidated by the Shadow Lord standing before her.

"When Teacher explains, she explains like we are children. She uses small words. She uses examples we know."

She tapped the page again.

"You explain like we are soldiers doing serious work. Like we are in the army. Like we will be punished if we get the wrong answer."

Felix nodded thoughtfully. "That is... accurate. Very accurate assessment."

Boo raised one finger dramatically. "Yes! Teacher makes numbers friendly. Your numbers look like they will judge me."

Kelpie added softly, "Your numbers look scary. They have sharp edges."

Drake nodded. "Very scary numbers. Intimidating numbers."

Dante looked down at Luna again.

For the first time since entering the classroom, he seemed slightly uncertain. A tiny crack in his usual composure.

"...How does your teacher explain it?" he asked.

Luna immediately brightened, her whole face lighting up.

"She uses cookies."

Dante blinked.

"Cookies?"

"Yes."

She grabbed her pencil and started drawing on the corner of her paper.

"If Drake has five cookies and he eats two cookies, how many cookies remain?"

Drake immediately raised his hand from across the room.

"I would eat all the cookies. That is incorrect math but correct dragon behavior."

Felix sighed. "That is not the point of the lesson."

Luna continued happily, ignoring the interruption.

She drew several little circles on the paper, neat and round.

"These are cookies."

Then she crossed two of them with firm lines.

"These cookies are gone. Eaten. Finished. In a dragon stomach probably."

She pointed to the remaining circles with her pencil.

"How many cookies are left?"

Dante looked at the page.

"...Three," he said.

Luna nodded proudly, her tail giving a small satisfied swish behind her chair.

"Yes. That is how Teacher teaches us," she said with complete confidence.

Dante looked at the little cookie circles she had drawn on the paper and nodded slowly.

"That is... easy," he admitted.

Luna brightened immediately at his reaction, her golden brown eyes lighting up as if she had just proven something important about the universe.

"See?" she said, leaning slightly closer to the page again and tapping one of the tiny circles with her pencil. "If we think about food, it becomes simple. Food math is the best math."

Dante studied the paper for another moment, then glanced at her again.

"And this method helps you understand faster?" he asked.

Luna nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. Because cookies are important. Everyone cares about cookies."

Drake raised his hand from across the room.

"Very important. Cookies are life."

Felix sighed quietly but did not argue.

Dante looked back at Luna, who was now watching him very seriously, as if waiting for his official verdict on the cookie theory of mathematics.

After a moment he nodded again.

"...It is effective."

Luna’s ears perked up happily.

"I told you," she said proudly.

Dante found himself watching her for a moment longer than necessary. The little wolf girl sat there with complete confidence, as if explaining important academic research instead of simple counting. There was something oddly amusing and endearing about it.

"...You are very direct," he said.

Luna blinked.

"Is that bad?"

"No."

He straightened slightly, but before standing up fully he gently tapped the paper again.

"Now count them again," he said calmly.

Luna looked down and began counting the circles again under her breath, her tail swaying slowly back and forth.

Dante watched her for a second, a faint hint of amusement passing through his usually unreadable expression.

Then he reached out and lightly patted the top of her head.

"Good thinking."

Luna froze.

Her ears stood straight up like radio towers.

No one had expected that.

Felix raised one eyebrow so high it almost disappeared.

Drake looked shocked, his mouth falling open.

Boo gasped dramatically, floating two inches off his desk.

"HEAD PAT DETECTED. REPEAT. HEAD PAT DETECTED."

Luna slowly looked up at Dante, her eyes wide with surprise.

"...You are less scary up close," she said very seriously.

Felix snorted.

Dante stared at her for a moment. Then he stood up slowly.

"...Continue your work," he said calmly, though the faintest hint of a smile had appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Behind him, Luna quietly touched the top of her head where he had patted her and her tail wagged once, quick and happy.

Suddenly, Drake spoke.

"Sir... I don’t feel good. Can I not do it? I just feel uncomfortable."

Drake’s voice sounded softer than usual. The energetic little dragon who normally spoke the loudest in the room now looked tired, his wings drooping behind him like forgotten laundry. He rubbed his arm against the desk, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

He was in the middle of his shedding phase. His old scales were beginning to loosen, which made his skin itch and feel strange. His mother had told him in the morning that he should stay home and rest, but Drake had refused. He did not want to miss playing with his friends. He did not want to miss the excitement.

So he had come anyway.

Dante looked at him quietly for a moment.

Of course he knew what was happening. Dragon shedding was normal, though it could make young dragons irritable and exhausted.

He nodded once.

"You may rest," Dante said calmly.

Drake’s eyes immediately lit up with relief.

"Thank you, sir."

Without another word, the little dragon folded his arms on the desk and gently lowered his head onto them. Within seconds his breathing slowed, and he drifted into sleep like a tired puppy, his small wings relaxing.

Across the room, Boo stared at him with huge round eyes.