542. A Magician’s Confessions
“Far from what I was expecting.” Frost returned his greeting, the sands sifting underneath her feet as she moved towards him. “No stars huh. This must be the old world. I’m starting to think that all of the pre-Awakened Floors are going to be like this. Starting from the past until it becos the present.”
“With the sole exception of yours.” Magus heartily laughed, twirling his top hat around a finger. “Let’s not forget that the Floor of Judgent also begs to differ. And what’s this!? Not one, but another adorable little You tagged along! Ah, where are my manners?”
“H-Hello… Top Hat Man.” The Sleepy Frost cautiously hid behind Frost. Her gaze timidly moved back and forth from him to her, asking for his na.
“Fear not little one! I am from the sa deck of cards from your Amalgam guardian, for it is I, the Archetype of Hope – the Magician!” Golden cards gushed from his top hat.
The sound of a thousand flickering pages briefly filled the silence as the cards magically orbited him like a tiny asteroid belt. His top hat bounced back onto his head with the flick of his wrist as what were supposed to be his eyes rolled like slot machines.
Depictions of swords, staves, wands, and pentacles alongside a number between zero to ten drew out the timid Sleepy Frost from behind her older counterpart. Finally, the symbol of an overflowing chalice was revealed in both eyes, symbolizing the Ace of Cups.
It was a card that symbolized that one was in a position of safety, and that one could drop their guard and relax in a net of comfort.
“But you may call Magus. Short for magician!” He flicked a finger into the air and caught the sa card depicted on his head. “For you~”
“Er… Is it safe? It’s not going to explode?” The Sleepy Frost had a vivid imagination just like the Star Child.
She was clearly not used to being around people, let alone knew how to speak to others properly.
Every single Alter Frost can’t communicate normally. She can talk, but like Anna she’s going to have to get out of her comfort zone. To be fair if I was constantly drowsy then I wouldn’t want to talk to anyone either.
“C’mon. Magus wouldn’t hurt a fly. Take it.” Frost cooed, placing an assuring hand onto her head. “He’s not a bad guy. He’s another Archetype of the Nexus.”
“Indeed! I’m a fun guy!” He proclaid, saluting her. “No response? So you’re not from a military background like the Hired Arm.”
The Star Child tilted her head suddenly, drawing a giant mushroom above her head.
“No. Not that kind of fungi.” Frost laughed. “She’s more… how do I put it? A younger from the old world, but not closer to the Captured Star like her.” She placed her other hand on the Star Child’s head, causing her face to brighten as she drew a ‘>ᴗ
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