One morning a week later.
Hass was fixing his hair in the bathroom when Elsa lowered her head and tiptoed over.
"Dad, I just made a very, very small mistake. You won't get mad, right?"
"Sweetheart, what is it?"
Hass paused with the styling spray in his hand. For some reason, a sense of dread rose in his heart.
Elsa's eyes darted about as she said softly:
"Well, when I flew into your room on my Magic Broom just now, your Autobot suddenly attacked me, so I shattered it with a defensive spell!"
"What? An Autobot? Honey, you don't mean that Optimus Prime model I waited in line for three days to buy last year, do you?"
Hass quickly understood what his daughter meant, and his heart skipped a beat.
Elsa slowly nodded.
"It's... it's fine. It's just a model. We're going to the amusement park today, so... go change your clothes first!"
That Optimus Prime model had been a limited edition. It could not be bought anymore even if he wanted to. But faced with his daughter, Hass could not bear to blame her. He could only regret inwardly that he had forgotten to close his bedroom door when he left.
Seeing Hass's pained expression, Elsa suddenly looked up and smiled.
"Dad, I was just joking with you. Your Autobot is still sitting safely on the table!"
Hearing Elsa's words, Hass instantly felt as if he had returned from hell to heaven, and his mood improved at once.
But before he could scold Elsa for being naughty,
Elsa immediately added:
"Except I accidentally broke your two Lightsabers. That part isn't a joke!"
"Lightsabers? Ah, the Lightsabers are fine. As long as Optimus Prime is fine, I can buy more Lightsabers next time!"
Now that he heard it was only