"Such a cute broom!" Sasha E. exclaimed delightfully.
"Yeah!" Oscar shrugged without any choice. His sister’s reaction was not an exaggeration.
"Hmm... Sasha, you know... This is definitely not used to sweep the floor or.... Or...." Oscar scratched his head. He couldn’t directly tell his sister that this thing was the most terrible weapon in this world, could he?
"It’s this way!" Oscar snatched the broom back before the little miss could accidentally pull the trigger. "To make it simple, this is a launching device. If you are in some sort of danger, just point the side of the peacock feather at the person threatening you. Then you simply touch this trigger here lightly...."
Another oil painting on the wall became the victim!
