Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 752: Introduction

"My name is Gabriel," said the gentle-looking man with blonde hair.

He leveled his gaze at Kael’s, watching for a reaction, then returned to munching on the neck of the bloody flesh he had in his hand.

It didn’t matter how hard he dug his mouth into the bloody mess, his mouth and beard remained spotless.

"King of the Uriel Clan," Gabriel added amidst his chewing.

Kael nodded, keeping that name in his mind.

So Daniella and Gabriel were from the same clan? That was good to know.

"And to your left..." Gabriel turned to the tattered man on Kael’s left.

The table was large and the distance between all six seats was not small. But Kael felt like this man in a tattered suit was sitting directly beside him.

The sensation reminded him of those people who had no sense of personal space.

"That’s Jordan, King of the De’Ville Clan, and also the current and long-standing chairperson for the lions at the Council of Ancient Felines."

Kael looked to his left to see those beady red eyes staring straight into his soul. These red eyes were not like those of a fire lion or like Ibadon’s red eyes when he was alive.

No, these red eyes were red because they were a window to a soul that was filled with malice, hatred, chaos, and a strong desire to do everything considered bad.

"All-King," Jordan spoke, spreading his lips to form a gentle and sadistic smile.

"King Jordan, thank you for saving me," Kael said, being polite in front of all these powerful kings.

If not for King Jordan, Kael might have died back there. Although he had clones, they might have eventually been found.

Jordan waved his hand, "It’s nothing, you’re the one who called for help. It would have been wrong of me not to have come for you."

Jordan wore a proud smile on his beardless face. He turned to face his table so that he could begin eating.

Kael frowned, "I think you’re mistaken, I didn’t call for help."

Jordan nodded his head, "Sure you did, you used good luck to call me. I’ve been meaning to ask, how did you even do that?

Most fortune lions don’t have enough power to pierce my senses the way you did."

The frown on Kael’s brow eased. He understood now. It appeared that as some entities got stronger, the way their minds and bodies interpreted some things changed.

To any other creature, they would never have known what Kael did. He had simply activated the Law of Good Luck to attract some form of help.

Any ordinary creature would have just found it a coincidence that they were passing by when Kael was being jumped by all those cats.

Not Jordan, he was so powerful that the very concept of Coincidence was not a coincidence.

To him, there was a reason for everything, even a reason for why he was sitting here right now.

He believed in cause and effect, as did most Immortals.

Jordan was able to understand that it was a foreign force that was guiding him toward Kael, not his own will. He could have even rejected it and left Kael to his fate if he hadn’t been so curious.

So to him, Kael had asked for help.

To Kael, he was just using a power that even he did not fully understand.

Kael did not press on, if Jordan said he asked for help, he wouldn’t disagree. Not now.

He was yet to understand the power dynamic here.

The Law of Wisdom flowed silently in his body, whispering to him a plan of actions and things that were best to not be said.

The Wisdom Kael had occasionally clashed with his instincts as a Singularity of Conquest. But Kael was wise enough to acknowledge both and prioritise what would bring him closer to his goals.

Gabriel was the King of Uriel Clan, and Jordan was the King of De’Ville Clan, and also the member representing lions in the council of Ancient Felines.

Who is next?

Five kings were sitting with Kael, only two had been introduced.

Kael looked at the person sitting beside King Gabriel, the elegant man dressed in well-ironed blue clothes and a noble aura.

The man sensed Kael’s gaze and dropped the body of the dead dog-sized squirrel. He placed his bloody hand on his chest and smiled.

"My name is Phestus, King of the Azararath Clan. Also the smartest of the bunch," He said.

When he removed his hand from his chest, there was still no blood stain. It was a mystery how they were able to do this without any power or energy being leaked.

Kael could do this too, but not the way they were doing it. He would have called it a neat trick of note that they were the most powerful immortals that he had ever seen.

The youngest king sitting here was Kael who was less than a century old. The second youngest person was at least more than nine million years old.

There was nothing casual about their actions, even if it looked like a neat trick.

"No one was taking that title away from you," Jordan said with a smirk, glancing at Phestus with those red eyes.

"Really?" Phestus held is jaw with a look of mockery, "But you guys only listen to my advice when it’s too fucking late!"

Jordan chuckled, "You never talk fast enough, it’s not our fault we like the dirt."

Phestus rolled his eyes.

Kael listened quietly, trying to analyse as much as he could from their words.

He already knew that Gabriel was a Celestial Lion, and Jordan was a Demonic Lion.

What About Phestus? 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Kael had seen some little rune carvings on Phestus’s fingernails, letting him guess that Phestus was a Magus Lion.

But Kael was not sure. Phestus facial expressions were too expressive for a Magus Lion who would naturally prioritize logic over emotions.

Why would Phestus pretend to be warm and elegant if he were truly cold and calculating?

Unless?

"Kael, you should stop guessing too much okay," Phestus said with a rich laugh.

Kael raised his brow and immediately created a thick wall of mental defence with the Law of Armour from the Primordial Armadillo and his spirit energy.

"Ah, that’s better, your thoughts about me were leaking all over the place," Phestus said as he brought the kidney drenched in blood and took a small nibble from the edge.

"You were reading my thoughts?" Kael wondered.

How?

It had been so long since someone read his thoughts.

Phestus shrugged his shoulders, "You’re the one thinking about me, I’ll naturally read your thoughts.

Oh, and I’m actually a chimera. I have the Magus Lionheart and Spirit Lionheart."

"Oh," Kael nodded, but his heart became more cautious.

So Phestus could read his mind just because he was thinking of him? That was a passive thing.

What if Phestus actually wanted to read Kael’s mind by force? Kael did not have any power to defend himself in such a case.