I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 562 Storytelling

The next lesson was language.

Dante stood at the front of the classroom with the storybook in his hand. The book looked oddly small in his large fingers, the colorful cover clearly meant for children, featuring a smiling rabbit and a cheerful butterfly. He opened it carefully and glanced at the title for a brief moment before beginning to read.

His voice was calm and steady.

And completely expressionless.

"The little rabbit walked through the forest," he read in the same tone he might use while announcing a military order or reviewing tax documents. "He saw a butterfly and felt happy."

The babies slowly looked at one another.

Felix raised one eyebrow so high it nearly disappeared.

Kelpie blinked rapidly, water droplets spraying in confusion.

Rocky tilted his head so far it looked like it might fall off.

Luna stared at Dante for a moment, then looked at Vlad Jr. as if silently asking whether this was some kind of test.

Vlad Jr. adjusted his sitting posture slightly but said nothing, though his usually perfect composure seemed slightly strained.

Dante continued reading without noticing anything unusual.

"The butterfly flew away. The rabbit felt sad."

His voice did not change.

Not even slightly.

Not a single inflection.

It was the exact same tone he had used for the happy part.

And the sad part.

And the walking through the forest part.

Across the room, Boo slowly floated closer to Felix and whispered loudly, "Is the rabbit in danger? Why does he sound like that? Is the rabbit about to die?"

Felix shook his head slightly. "No. The rabbit is fine."

"It sounds like danger," Boo insisted. "That is danger voice. I know danger voice. Ghosts have instincts."

Kelpie leaned toward them, whispering carefully, "Teacher usually does voices. Like happy voice and sad voice and excited voice."

Luna nodded. "And expressions. She makes faces. Rabbit faces. Butterfly faces. Everything faces."

Rocky added quietly, "And sometimes she acts it out. She hopped once. Like a rabbit."

Felix rubbed his temple. "This is going to be a long story time."

Meanwhile, Dante calmly turned the page.

"The rabbit found a carrot."

Still the same voice.

Still the same serious expression.

Like he was reading a legal document about property taxes.

Felix finally sighed dramatically and rubbed his temple with both hands.

"This rabbit’s life sounds emotionally empty. Completely hollow. Devoid of meaning."

Boo looked horrified. "The rabbit deserves better storytelling. Every rabbit deserves emotions."

Luna leaned toward Vlad Jr. and whispered, "Why does he sound like that?"

Vlad Jr. answered thoughtfully, his voice low, "Perhaps this is the formal storytelling method in shadow lord culture. Perhaps emotions are considered... inefficient."

"That is sad," Luna muttered.

"Very sad," Vlad Jr. agreed.

Drake, meanwhile, remained completely asleep with his head on the desk, breathing softly. His wings twitched once, and his tail gave a small sleepy curl, but he did not wake up. He had somehow managed to sleep through the entire math lesson and was now sleeping through language too. Truly impressive dedication to rest.

Dante kept reading.

"The rabbit shared the carrot with his friend."

Still the same tone.

Still the same serious expression.

The rabbit could have been getting married or attending a funeral and it would have sounded exactly the same.

Finally, Boo could not take it anymore.

He raised his hand slowly, waving it desperately.

Dante looked up from the book.

"Yes."

Boo spoke very carefully, choosing his words with extreme caution.

"...Sir."

"Yes."

"Is the rabbit okay?"

Dante blinked once.

"Yes."

Boo looked relieved but still deeply confused.

"Because it sounds like the rabbit is having a very difficult life. Like the rabbit is in trouble. Like the rabbit is being audited."

Felix leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"I believe the rabbit is simply trapped in a monotone narrative. Prisoner of unexpressive storytelling."

Luna suddenly stood up slightly from her chair, unable to contain herself any longer.

"Sir," she said honestly.

Dante looked at her.

"Yes."

"You are supposed to make faces."

Dante paused.

"...Faces?"

"Yes."

She demonstrated immediately, her small face animated and expressive.

When she said the word "happy," she smiled widely, her eyes crinkling.

Then she made a sad face, her expression dropping, her ears drooping.

"Teacher does this," Luna explained very seriously, pointing at her own face. "So we understand emotions. So we know when the rabbit is happy and when the rabbit is sad. Otherwise, how do we know?"

The classroom waited.

All eyes on Dante.

Dante stared at the book.

Then at Luna.

Then back at the book.

He cleared his throat slightly and tried again.

"The little rabbit walked through the forest."

His face remained serious, carved from stone.

Then he forced the smallest attempt at a smile.

It was tight. Strained. Unnatural.

"...and felt happy."

The result looked slightly terrifying.

Like a predator trying to appear friendly.

Boo gasped audibly and floated backward two feet.

Felix leaned toward Kelpie and whispered urgently.

"That rabbit is definitely in danger. That is not a happy face. That is a ’I am about to eat the rabbit’ face."

Kelpie nodded frantically, water splashing.

Luna stared with wide eyes.

"That is a scary smile," she announced.

Dante’s forced smile faltered. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

He tried again with the sad part.

"The butterfly flew away. The rabbit felt—" he paused, attempting a sad expression.

It came out as a slight frown.

Which on his face looked like he was planning someone’s demise.

Rocky whimpered quietly.

Vlad Jr. cleared his throat.

"Lord Dante," he said politely, "perhaps you could try... less intense sadness?"

Dante looked at him.

"I am making faces as requested."

"Yes," Vlad Jr. said carefully, "but the faces are... slightly frightening."

Felix nodded. "Very slightly. Extremely slightly. Completely."

Boo raised his hand again.

"Sir, I have a question."

"Yes."

"Has the rabbit done something wrong? Is the rabbit being punished? Because your sad face looks like the rabbit is going to prison."

Dante stared at him.

"The rabbit is not going to prison."

"Then why does your face say prison?"

Dante looked down at the book.

Then he closed it gently.

"Perhaps," he said calmly, "we will do writing instead."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the classroom.

Boo floated back to his desk happily.

"Writing is safe," he whispered. "No rabbit emotions."

Luna nodded.

"Good. That rabbit had a very stressful life today."

Felix pulled out his paper.

"Most stressful rabbit in literary history."

And Drake?

Drake slept through all of it.

Completely unaware that he had missed the most terrifying storytelling performance in kindergarten history.