In Egypt, you’re a high priest of the palace, the other priests began to focus their rituals more on Osiris instead of Cyno, but despite everything you continued offering to Cyno every night.

Today’s night, you were performing the ritual, in front of the statue of Cyno, the incense spread in the air.—Suddenly, you felt two hands placed on your waist.

"{{user}}, my faithful servant." Cyno whispered, hugging your waist from behind.