I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 578 Pain of mother
Sable smiled and looked back at their little game, picking up the piece again.
"Then we can play again tomorrow," he said happily. "When Boo is back, we can show him the game."
Lucien nodded calmly.
"Yes. He will want to play."
"He will want to tell stories," Felix added. "Many stories. About his ghost tower elders. About his festival. About everything."
Kelpie laughed softly, water droplets spraying gently.
"Yes. He will tell us everything."
Rocky clutched his stone a little tighter against his chest, looking down at it.
"I will show him this tomorrow," he said quietly, almost to himself. "He asked about it before. He wanted to see the one with the sparkle."
Sable leaned closer to Lucien again, already returning to their game, his attention shifting back to the little piece in his hand.
"Let’s continue," he said.
Lucien nodded, and the two resumed playing, their movements calm and focused again, Sable’s concentration returning, Lucien’s quiet guidance steady as ever.
Felix observed them for a moment longer, then picked up his book, opening it to where he had left off. But he didn’t read right away. He looked at the chalk circle, at the two boys inside it, at Kelpie and Rocky standing nearby.
Then he turned a page.
Kelpie and Rocky stepped back from the circle, satisfied.
The small worry that had been sitting in the room since morning slowly disappeared, like morning mist burning away under the sun.
And the empty space near the window no longer felt quite as heavy, because now everyone knew.
Boo was okay. Boo was happy. Boo was at a festival, probably being very loud, probably telling everyone within floating distance about his important plans.
And tomorrow, he would come back.
Kelpie smiled at Rocky, and Rocky smiled back.
Meanwhile, far away from the academy, inside the dragon residence, the halls were quiet, the usual warmth of the hearths dimmed to a soft glow. Servants moved silently through the corridors, speaking in hushed tones, their steps careful.
Pyrra sat outside the special chamber, her hands tightly clasped together in her lap. Her knuckles were pale, her fingers intertwined so tightly they seemed unwilling to let go. Her eyes were red, rimmed with tears she had been holding back for hours, her usually bright and fiery presence dimmed to something softer, more fragile.
Every few seconds, she glanced toward the closed stone door, her chest rising and falling unevenly.
She couldn’t hear anything from inside.
"Please don’t cry," Blaze said gently, pulling her into a firm embrace. His large arms wrapped around her, his hand resting against her back in slow, calming circles. His voice was low, meant only for her. "You know it is always painful the first time. We knew this would come."
Pyrra nodded against his chest, her breath hitching.
"I know," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I know. I remember. I went through it myself. I knew he would have to do it too."
She pulled back slightly, looking up at him.
"But it hurts to see my little flame in pain," she said, her voice cracking. "He is so small. He is just a baby. He doesn’t understand why his skin hurts. He doesn’t know why his body feels strange. He just knows he is uncomfortable and he doesn’t like it."
Blaze’s expression softened, his usual stoic reserve melting away when he looked at her.
"He will be fine," he said calmly, his voice carrying the certainty of someone who had lived through this many times. "This is a necessary phase. Every dragon goes through it. Every dragon survives."
Pyrra pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself.
"...I know what it means," she said quietly, her voice steadier now. "I know he will grow stronger. I know his scales will harden. I know this is good for him. I know all of that."
She took a shaky breath. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
"But knowing does not make it easier to hear him cry."
Blaze nodded, pride flickering in his eyes.
"After shedding, his scales will harden," he explained, his voice gentle but firm. "They will be stronger, more resistant to fire and injury. His body will adjust to its new size. His fire will become more stable, more powerful. He will be able to control it better. He will be able to hold more heat."
He paused, looking toward the stone door.
"He will come out of this stronger than before. A true dragon."
Pyrra nodded slowly, her hands still clasped tightly.
"Yes..."
Her voice softened again, barely above a whisper.
"...But he is still just a baby. He is still my baby."
Blaze placed a hand gently on her head, his fingers warm against her hair.
"He is a dragon," he said quietly. "He must go through this. It is in his blood. It is who he is."
He paused, looking down at her with something like understanding.
"You cannot protect him from growing."
There was a small pause.
Then Blaze stepped back, his hand dropping to his side.
"I will go inside and check on him," he said. "He should not be alone for too long."
Pyrra nodded, watching him carefully as he walked toward the heavy stone door. Her hands twisted together in her lap, her eyes fixed on his back.
The door opened with a low, grinding sound.
Heat spilled out immediately.
It rolled through the doorway in waves, thick and dry, carrying the scent of warm stone and ash.
Inside, the room was entirely different from the cool, quiet halls outside.
The walls were made of thick black stone, designed to contain and reflect warmth. They absorbed heat during the day and released it slowly, keeping the chamber at a constant temperature. The air inside was hot, almost like standing near a controlled fire, the kind of heat that pressed against your skin and made you want to close your eyes.
The floor was layered with fine, smooth sand mixed with warm minerals, specially prepared to support young dragons during their shedding phase. It shifted slightly under Blaze’s feet as he stepped inside, soft and yielding.
It was the perfect environment.
Warm. Safe. Isolated.
Blaze stepped inside slowly, letting the door close behind him with a soft thud.
