In the entire week, Nero had only encountered one.
The ordeal with the Wretched Maiden of Despair had to have been his worst experience yet, leaving him with deep mental scars.
It... had not been pleasant in the slightest.
Even now, thinking about it made his body tremble slightly. A chill ran down his spine and he forced himself to take a slow breath.
The Maiden had nearly torn his soul apart. If not for his true name— he would have been lost.
The second ghost had been weaker than the Maiden. It had tried to possess him, but luckily, clinging to his true name had proved to be an effective technique against possession.
Nero's nose scrunched up in disgust at the memory.
He had also come to know that while normal weapons could do nothing against ghosts, Relics were a completely different story.
In any case, the ghost had been expelled violently, and Nero had cut it down with the Silver Blade before it could try again.
Still.
