PSW Chapter 24: Cheering for the Poop Servant

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That hammering startled Bastet. It quickly withdrew its gaze from Yofar and turned to look at the others.

Fortunately, the ministers and Nephthys remained unfazed, indicating that this was a normal part of the ritual. Bastet breathed a sigh of relief. The old man standing fiercely on the steps and pounding the ground—it had thought he was deliberately preventing Yofar from going up.

Unaware of the sincere concern buried in its heart for its human, the feline master continued to watch the ceremony like a movie, enjoying the spectacle of ancient Egyptian rituals.

The high priest above began chanting the sacrificial scriptures.

Bastet flicked its triangular ears, listening for a long time, but couldn’t understand a single word.

The chant was quite unique—somewhere between singing and reciting, yet neither fully connected nor entirely rhythmic. The other temple practitioners, well-trained in music, accompanied the high priest with instruments as he chanted.

The old priest's hoarse, weathered voice, combined with the deep drumbeats and instrumental accompaniment, created a grand and mysterious atmosphere.

Bastet couldn't help but feel some anticipation for the rest of the ceremony.

After finishing the chant, the priest once again raised his staff, waved it in Yofar’s direction, and then loudly proclaimed a few words.

Bastet couldn’t see Yofar’s expression but did notice his crimson cloak swaying with his steps. As Yofar ascended the stairs, the high priest bowed and slowly stepped aside.

Only when Yofar passed through the temple gate did Nephthys follow, still holding Bastet. Behind them were the ministers and royal guards. The guards stopped at the sides of the staircase, while the ministers lined up inside the temple according to their ranks, from the innermost sanctum to the entrance.

Since Bastet was being held by Nephthys, the chief priest serving the Pharaoh, it had a clear view of the temple’s interior.

The royal city of ancient Egypt was vast, comparable to a modern metropolis. As the Moon Goddess Temple within the royal city, it was naturally grand in scale.

After generations of Pharaohs had expanded it, the temple included monumental gates, courtyards, columned halls, obelisks, a sacred lake, and shrines to various deities.

Flanking the temple gates stood statues of two renowned Egyptian rulers. Beyond the pillared entrance was a double-tiered colonnade, with massive columns supporting the ceiling.

Beneath the columns were bas-reliefs of the Moon Goddess, while the upper sections were covered in dense inscriptions. Looking up, Bastet saw murals painted in blue on the temple’s ceiling.

Most of these depicted scenes of harvest, Pharaohs in battle, celestial phenomena, and divine legends.

Bastet, the daughter of the Sun God and guardian deity of Amun-Ra, was originally a lioness representing vengeance and destruction. Later, she transformed into a cat, symbolizing home, happiness, and joy.

She embodied duality—one side beautiful, the other ruthless.

Legend has it that as the goddess of the night, her beauty surpassed all others. Each evening, she would stretch her feline, graceful body and roam the mortal world, her mesmerizing eyes capturing the glow of the sun, bringing darkness to Egypt.

Cats, as nocturnal creatures, were admired for their beauty, cuteness, and their ability to hunt rodents, protecting food supplies. Thus, Bastet also became the goddess of harvest and prosperity.

And… well… nightlife.

As Bastet casually scanned a mural, its gaze landed on an image depicting two small figures entangled in various intimate poses.

Even more shockingly, there were depictions of two male figures in exaggerated anatomical detail, also entwined in various positions.

Bastet: “……”

Truly, ancient Egypt’s openness knew no bounds! Their elders and nobles strolled around without a care—bold and uninhibited!

Impressive!

The little black feline secretly examined every detail of the figures' postures. Just as it finished, it noticed that Nephthys had stopped walking. Its triangular ears twitched as an old man spoke in a hoarse voice:

"High Priest Nephthys, please place the Cat God beneath the statue."

Bastet immediately turned its head: "Meow?" Already my turn?

Nephthys placed Bastet on a finely woven blue carpet covering a raised platform, about half a person’s height. Behind it loomed an even taller statue of the Moon Goddess Bastet, seated upon her divine throne—a cat-headed, human-bodied deity.

Perched ‘high and mighty,’ Bastet crouched on the altar, looking down at Yofar, who stood below in his golden armor, breathtakingly handsome. The feline’s mouth curled into a smug ‘human’ smile, and its tail swished excitedly.

Bastet: Meow—Poop Servant, look at me! Look at me!

It had wanted to get a proper view of Yofar in his golden battle attire earlier but hadn’t had the chance.

Yofar, with his long golden lashes casting shadows over his cold and dignified expression, seemed to hear the call. His ice-blue eyes lifted, meeting Bastet’s gaze. Beneath the twin crowns, his platinum hair brushed against his flawless, pale cheek.

Bastet was instantly struck by his divine beauty, its breath catching. Damn! This man is insanely hot!

Overcome with excitement, Bastet let out the tiniest "Meow~"

Poop Servant—Oh my God, I love you! You’re the most handsome!!!

I want to call you until my phone bill runs out!

I love you!

Yofar saw his black cat, barely distinguishable from the shadows, eagerly kneading the altar with its paws. Its luminous green eyes sparkled, reflecting only him, as if ready to pounce into his arms.

With his heightened senses, he easily heard Bastet’s heartfelt praise.

This little creature…

Does it like me that much?

Yofar remained motionless, gripping his scepter and sword. Known as the "Conqueror King," he gazed at Bastet with an aura that was cold and sharp. Yet, a warmth crept into his expression.

His full, well-shaped lips curved into a slow, deliberate smirk—

A true king’s smile.

Dignified, proud, and touched with the faintest trace of indulgence and affection.

A smile so overpowering that even the act itself felt like a declaration of conquest!


Bastet: "……" I can't take it anymore. Seriously, someone get me some oxygen!
Feeling an unexpected twinge of masochistic tendencies, the feline lord thought: if blushing could be visible through fur, then right now, it would look exactly like a meme of a pitch-black ball of coal with two bright red patches on its cheeks.

Shy black furball in progress.JPG!

But before the little black monster could fully revel in its moment of bashful excitement, the bald, eyebrow-less high priest swept his gaze over the cat’s ears and neck. His expression darkened as he turned to Nephthys with a dissatisfied tone.

"High Priest Nephthys, why is the Cat God not wearing the ceremonial gold ornaments? Do you, a high priest, understand the rituals even less than a mere ‘Ka’ priest (the lowest-ranking priest)?"

…What?

Bastet was stunned.

Below the altar, Nephthys still wore her composed, ever-graceful smile. "I am aware of that requirement."

The high priest snapped, "Then why did you do this?! Nephthys, are you showing disrespect to the Moon Goddess?"

Nephthys continued to smile. "No, you’re overthinking it, High Priest. Let’s proceed. The ‘New Moon’ is approaching soon."

"You—!"

The old priest glared at Nephthys, his anger flaring. His weathered, light brown face darkened even further.

That damned high priestess!

Ever since the new Pharaoh took the throne, she had become increasingly brazen, relying on Yofar’s favoritism toward the priestly faction and his indifference to the ritualist group.

Priests and ritualists were entirely separate entities.

Priests were selected from ritualists based on intelligence, rigorous spiritual discipline, or inherited divine lineage. Once chosen, they no longer belonged to the ritualist faction. Their ranks varied, but they weren’t strictly determined by noble birth—commoners could also rise to the position of High Priest.

Their duty was to communicate with the gods and assist the Pharaoh in governance, essentially acting as the Pharaoh’s think tank, secret enforcers, and personal aides.

A High Priest could wield power on behalf of the Pharaoh, even participating in court affairs.

Ritualists, on the other hand, had their own hierarchy. While lower-ranking ones were often commoners, high-ranking ritualists had to be elders of royal blood and wisdom.

They couldn’t leave the temple without permission, but they governed all religious rites and ceremonies, holding the power to influence the Pharaoh’s decisions.

The current High Priest of the Moon Goddess Temple was the son of the previous Pharaoh’s paternal aunt—Yofar’s uncle.

During the former Pharaoh’s reign, he had been highly trusted and close to the ritualist faction. Otherwise, back when Yofar was still a prince, the previous Pharaoh wouldn’t have… merely because of a single word from the High Priest of the Sun God Ra’s temple…

The old priest seethed. "It must be because of Yofar. And that prophecy. He resents us ritualists. Otherwise, why would he let a mere woman trample all over me?!"

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[Author’s Note: Small Theater]

The little black furball continued hopping excitedly around the Pharaoh’s elegant legs!

Bastet: "Poop Servant—I LOVE YOU! F* ME!**"

The Pharaoh paused mid-step. Then, he picked up the little furball by the scruff of its neck.

With a serious expression, he asked, "When? Now?"

Bastet: "……"


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  1. I have a morbid curiosity on whether Yofar will actually fuck Bastet in animal form… like I wouldn’t be surprised but also be like,,, wow… 😯😯 he actually did it 😯

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