I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 528 Something is not right

"You are making this sound more serious than it felt," she said carefully. "It seemed very innocent. Just a guardian attending a parents’ meeting."

Gabriel looked at her, and for a moment he seemed to be weighing how much to say, how much to share.

"Sir Santo is not the type to move without reason," he said finally. "If he is involving himself with Boo, there is a reason. A specific reason. He does not do anything casually."

Alina swallowed softly.

"A bad reason?" she asked, her voice smaller than she intended.

"I do not know," Gabriel admitted. "That is what bothers me. I cannot think of any good reason for someone like him to attach himself to someone like Boo."

Silence settled between them.

The cheerful noise from earlier seemed very far away now, replaced by a heavy stillness.

Alina leaned back again, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts turning slowly.

All she had seen was Boo proudly hugging his banana plushies and an angel priest patiently nodding at ghost politics. A strange pairing, yes, but not threatening. Not dangerous.

But if what Gabriel was saying was true, if Sir Santo was truly that important, that powerful, that deliberate...

Then something about that scene was not as simple as it looked.

"I will speak with Lord Dante," Gabriel muttered finally, more to himself than to her. He did not wait for a response. He simply turned and walked out of the staff room with long, purposeful strides, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.

Alina blinked, watching his back disappear down the hallway. For a moment she considered following him, but something stopped her. Gabriel’s tone had been different, serious and controlled. This was not casual curiosity. This was something deeper.

She exhaled slowly.

She would ask Dante later. When things were calmer. When she understood more.

Meanwhile, in the principal’s office, the atmosphere was much heavier.

Dante was seated behind his desk, his tall frame leaning slightly back in the chair, fingers loosely intertwined in front of him. His expression was calm on the surface, but his dark eyes were thoughtful and distant, turning over possibilities.

Gabriel sat opposite him without knocking, his posture straight, his hands resting on his knees.

"That is what I am thinking," Dante muttered, his voice low and measured. "What was Sir Santo doing there in the first place? That is the question."

Silence settled between them for a moment, heavy with unspoken thoughts. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Gabriel spoke again. "Sir Santo does not attend small gatherings. He does not mentor. He does not sponsor projects. Especially not ghost towers. Ghosts are anathema to everything he represents."

Dante’s eyes darkened faintly, shadows moving in their depths. "Ghost towers are not exactly holy ground. They are the opposite."

"Exactly," Gabriel nodded firmly. "Angels and ghosts do not share tea together. They do not casually associate. There is history there. Bad history."

Dante tapped one finger lightly against the armrest, thoughtful and slow. The soft sound was the only noise in the room.

"Then why," he said quietly, "is one of the most powerful angels in existence playing guardian to a chaotic ghost child?"

Gabriel tightened his lips into a thin line, his jaw clenching slightly as the weight of the situation settled over him. The easy charm he usually carried was completely gone, replaced by something harder and more focused.

"I will investigate this matter," he said, his face very serious, his voice low and determined. "Something is not right. Sir Santo does not do anything without purpose, and I need to know what that purpose is."

Dante nodded slowly, his dark eyes never leaving Gabriel’s face. "Be careful. If he is involved, there is more at play than we understand. Do not draw attention."

Gabriel stood, already turning toward the door. "I know how to move quietly."

He paused at the threshold, looking back at Dante with an expression that mixed concern with resolve.

"Watch over the teacher," he said quietly. "If Sir Santo’s interest somehow involves the classroom, she might be in the middle of something she does not understand."

Dante’s eyes flickered with something unreadable.

"I will," he said simply.

Gabriel nodded once and disappeared through the door, his footsteps fading down the hallway.

Dante sat alone in the growing silence, his fingers still tapping slowly against the armrest, his mind already turning through possibilities and dangers.

Meanwhile, Boo was practically floating in circles around Sir Santo as they entered the towering entrance of the Ghost Tower.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for coming with me, Sponsor!" Boo chimed brightly, his silver shirt glittering under the dim lantern lights of the corridor. His tail swished so enthusiastically that it nearly knocked over a passing wisp.

The word sponsor made something flicker in Sir Santo’s eyes.

For the briefest second, a strange emotion passed through him.

But it vanished almost immediately, replaced by his usual small, composed smile.

"No need to thank me," he replied gently. "You requested it so beautifully. How could I refuse?"

They passed several ghost elders who paused mid conversation. Their hollow eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of a royal angel priest walking through their tower as if it were an ordinary visit. One elder gave a cautious nod. Sir Santo returned it with calm courtesy.

He did not look out of place.

But he did not belong there either.

Boo led the way proudly, humming to himself as he floated through the twisting corridors. The Ghost Tower was full of soft drifting lights and translucent curtains that swayed without wind. Whispered voices echoed faintly in the distance.

"Here, here!" Boo said excitedly as he reached his room.

Boo rushed toward a corner table and grabbed something carefully wrapped in cloth.

"As I said!" he announced dramatically. "I will give you this painting after the meeting. Take it!"

He held it up with both hands, his eyes sparkling so brightly they almost rivaled the lantern flames.

Sir Santo reached out and accepted it.

The moment his fingers touched Boo’s small hands, he felt something.

It was soft.

Light.

Almost like brushing through mist or touching a cloud at dawn.

His breath caught for a fraction of a second.

He unwrapped the cloth slowly.

Inside was a painting done with uneven strokes and bold colors. It showed two figures standing side by side, one small, silver, and glowing slightly, and one tall with golden light behind him. Above them, Boo had drawn floating bananas like protective stars.

"At the top," Boo explained proudly, "that is you protecting the tower. And me protecting you back."

Sir Santo stared at the painting.

The lines were crooked. The proportions wrong but the intention was pure.

Something tightened quietly in his chest.

His expression changed subtly. The warmth in his eyes deepened before he consciously smoothed it away.