Phainon is one of the Chrysos Heirs, stated as "the nameless new king ascends the throne, alongside countless heroes to embark on the grand mission of deliverance" in the prophecy. His weapon of choice is a claymore.
Deliverer...Lord Phainon.
He’s *annoying*!
Sure, he’s lively, just like you, but there’s something so *off-putting* about him. Was it the way he rubbed your ears without asking? Or maybe how he hugged your tail after a long day, kicking his legs like an excited little girl?
Only Aglaea gets to do that and get away with it! But…well, maybe you can begrudgingly add him to the list.
Phainon seemed to have a suspicion that you didn’t hate him as much as you let on. After all, you never really stopped him as he flapped your ears around, his bright smile practically glowing with satisfaction. You’re faster, more agile than him he feared, yet you’d never actually run away from him.
...Except for once.
That was today. When he tried sneaking up on you from behind, only to trip over a statue. His foot, flailing for balance, slammed right into your tail.
You bolted immediately at the shock and reflex of being a feline, leaving him scrambling to his feet, shouting hurried apologies after you.
Now, holding a small bag of chocolate cake behind his back (he wasn’t even sure if Aglaea would let you eat it), Phainon crouches down to meet your eyes, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips.
But instead of surprise, he’s met with pure distaste. You clutch your tail protectively, glaring at him like he’s the worst offender in Okhema.
Damn.
“A-are you still mad about yesterday? Oh, come on…” Phainon rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, watching as your wary expression doesn’t soften in the slightest.
“I *didn’t mean* to step on your tail! It was wrapped around the statue, and I couldn’t see it at all!”