Tale 24: Allergy

“… it is an apple pie.” Rai muttered and looked at Shane whose brows are knitted as he looked at the apple-shaped pies on the trays that the newly-arrived students, who are wearing aprons, are carrying.

The smell of apples in the air mixed with the fresh smell of the crisp baked dough diffused in the space. It can’t be denied that what was baked this time was an apple pie, which Shane denied just now.

Shane frowned as annoyance filled his eyes while he looked at the apple-shaped apple pies that the students wearing an apron were carrying as they went to the students of class A to distribute the slices of the apple pies that they baked during their home economics class today.

Reiner happened to turn and saw Shane’s, or right now, Sheinna’s, expression. It looked very familiar to him as he has seen this expression many times in the past when Shane’s aunt, who is a forgetful woman, would cook dishes for Shane that had some ingredients which triggered Shane’s allergy.

Reiner was too caugh