Since I've Chosen to Betray Them, I'll See It Through to the End!

Alvin had to talk himself hoarse before he finally convinced the Lion King that he really hadn't killed anyone this time or committed some unforgivable atrocity.

Unfortunately, Drakris had heard all of it. He was in charge of commanding the guards and ensuring the Dominator Overlord's safety.

After all, this Titan hadn't been deployed in the name of the Mechanicus of the Eighth Underworld. It had been deployed under his personal authority.

If it was destroyed, he could say goodbye to his position as Archmagos Dominus ahead of schedule, remove his own head, and have the decency to turn it into a Servitor Skull to send to the Forge Grand Sage of Styx Eight. That would even save them the trouble of sending someone to collect it.

"Heh." Drakris shot a sidelong glance at the stiff-looking Alvin and said dryly, "As one would expect of a legendary Primarch. You certainly know yourself well. Too bad—if tattling worked, I'd have gone to the Forge Grand Sage already."

"That's a little hurtful, Grand Sage." Alvin glanced at him and smiled. "Aren't we the best of allies? Besides, you agreed to lend me the troops this time, didn't you?"

At that, Drakris clenched his mechanical jaw, the gears grinding with a clack-clack sound. He glared at Alvin with deep resentment. "You call barging into my Forge Factory with your men, pressing a Plasma Gun to my head, and then ordering me to deploy the Dominator Overlord Warlord-class Titan 'borrowing troops'?"

"Esteemed Grand Sage Drakris, there's an old saying from Terra: desperate times call for desperate measures. It means that when things are urgent, one must be flexible instead of blindly following rigid rules."

Alvin didn't think there was anything wrong with that. He even patted Drakris on the shoulder and lectured him. "Besides,