LITERAL GHOSTS

"I'VE GIVEN you enough time to prepare," Nero said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you all ready?"

As expected of the de Moonasterion "scumbags"— a word she learned from Neoma— the three pairs of glowing red eyes looked at him coldly while scoffing. It was as if they were telling Neoma that they were offended that he even had to ask.

By "them," Nero meant his older version: the Emperor Nero de Moonasterio from the first timeline.

And then the "ancient royal twins"— a term he also learned from Neoma.

"Of course, we are ready?" Emperor Nero said, scoffing. "Do you think we're incompetent?"

"We're the ones who taught you this technique," Aruna de Moonasterio said. "Don't be arrogant, child."

Arche de Moonasterio smiled and nodded. "You should thank Zeru— your Ice Phoenix is just as competent. If it weren't for his ability, we wouldn't have gained temporary physical bodies."

Yes, that was right.