Chapter 671: White Princess Arcueid? I'm Already Imagining Cat Princess Taking the Wheel, Thanks

"No, is this guy really from Type-Moon? Why don't I remember him at all?"

Mo Wang took a careful look at the guy. He figured he had collected quite a bit of information on Servants over the years, hadn't he? But not one of them matched.

Maybe he really was just some random nobody.

Seeing that Mo Wang still had not responded, the aura around the other man suddenly turned as cold as ice.

He slowly raised his hand, the joints of his right hand making a teeth-aching series of cracks.

Then he said, one word at a time, "Faced with me, Nero, you actually dare remain unmoved?"

Hearing this, Mo Wang blinked in confusion.

He even picked at his ear while he was at it, his face full of disbelief. "What'd you say your name was? Nero?"

Several figures instantly flashed through his mind.

First was that blond Takeuchi Face back in his own Chaldea, the one who clung to a microphone all day and refused to let go, whose singing was lethal yet who still thought highly of himself.

The Umu Monster who had to come out and thaw once every Christmas.

Then another guy popped into his head, one whose body was almost fat enough to turn into a ball.

Finally, he thought of that rebellious eldest nephew of his.

Mm, now that he thought about it, the arrogant way this man looked down on everyone did rather resemble his eldest nephew's punchable face.

"Friend," Mo Wang said, looking at the man, "have you ever considered changing your name? I feel like your image doesn't really suit that name."

The face of the man calling himself Nero instantly darkened until it looked like water might drip from it. "Absurd! So you're certain you don't intend to hand