Auguston would have cried of laughter by now if he hadn't been on duty at the moment.

He was just about to finish making his rounds when he spotted one white dragon slayer scaling the walls. Usually, he wouldn't have hesitated to shoot the intruder down but this was freaking Sting Eucliffe.

And Sting Eucliffe did not scale walls.

'What is he even doing,' was all that went through the knight's head as he watched Sting swing onto a balcony, effortlessly managing to knock over all the flower pots he came upon. Auguston almost giggled at the sight. It certainly didn't look like the Sabertooth mage was having trouble, or intentionally trying to cause it, but no oneever managed to come close to Mercurius grounds without alerting the guard.

So how did he manage it?

A loud curse echoed right then and the young lieutenant colonel decided it was time to find out.

Never letting the dragon slayer out of his sight, he crept closer towards the castle when he finally let his focus flicker.

Oh, that's why.

Auguston almost smacked himself in the forehead at the sight of ten of his men all sprawled around the courtyard, beaten and whimpering like babies.

"I hate my life," the twenty four year old muttered under his breath as he looked back up at the dragon slayer, who was now experimentally tugging at a vine.

Auguston Krued didn't quite know where to classify Sting in his books.

He did like the guy- as a person. The dragon slayer definitely gave him a long lusted challenge that beating up En would never satisfy. He was head strong and arrogant- a nice change from the polite diplomats and fellow knight squadron commanders he worked with. He provided the jolt of reality he needed even if they only talked- or fought, twice.

There was also the fact he was involved with Lilian.

What kind of involvement, he still had to figure that one out but he was pretty darn sure that he didn't like whatever relationship the two had.

When he was first tipped by lady Azalia, he was every sort of skeptical if she was telling the truth.

Lily Harvard certainly didn't act like the Lilian he knew, that was his first thought when he went to investigate, and the Lilian he knew would never throw herself at a guy like that.

Even to him, it was plain obvious that the resident bunny girl of Sabertooth had a blatant crush on the white dragon slayer.

How Sting never picked up on it, he'll never know and he gave up investigating and passed the task on to someone else. When Emily confirmed that it really was their Lilian, he still wasn't sold even with all the evidence they brought back.

Their Lilian was never one for grade school crushes; she was too mature for her age after all. At one point Auguston had thought she wasn't even interested in the male gender, or any gender at all, as she was fair to everyone.

Chasing Lily Harvard through Domus Flau however convinced him that she really was Lilian.

Only she was able to make him go on a wild goose chase like that and he was so into trying to get some kind of truce out of her that he completely forgot to make up an excuse.

Watching Lilian and Sting interact at the picnic was somewhat of a shocker to him.

Her crush on the white dragon slayer didn't seem as obvious anymore; instead it was like watching something get purified. Even though it was still there, it was like it almost wasn't either. And then there were the flicking glances that Sting kept sending her way, his body language, and his shaky fingers. Gone was the mage he observed the first time he went to investigate. Instead, Sting looked like he cared tremendously for the newly discovered blond version of his bunny girl.

Yet, they both somehow managed to play it all off as friends with jaded over platonic interests.

Or maybe conflicted feelings. Sting seemed to give off the vibe of a vengeful stressed out man with all but a glimmer of hope left.

Watching Sting step in on that spat between Lilian and En was differently something. To anyone, their friendship looked like it had decades on it when it was barely even half that. The relationship between the two was definitely something different than any Lilian shared with a member of the male species back when she was still a L'Arc Sibyl mage.

Watching Sting gather his old guild mate into his heart left a strange feeling in his chest; like a chain had attached itself onto his heart and was threatening to separate itself with each step Sting took out the park.

He really wasn't sure what to think after witnessing that.

All he wanted was Lilian's happiness.

"Sting? Wait, what are you- ?!" Auguston was shocked out of his thoughts at the sound of Lilian's started squeal and he watched as Sting skillfully swung himself onto her balcony. He was just about to summon a spell for her protection when Sting said something, too quiet for his ears to hear and the blond quickly wrapped her arms around him.

There was no tears, no sobs that resonated down the tower. Instead, all he heard was hushed whispers and a quiet muffled laughter that tumbled out from the two of them.

Their foreheads were touching and he could see that Sting had wrapped his hands around her waist. Even from the distance, he could see the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at her. Whispering something that made the both of them smile like two giddy children.

Auguston let out a small sigh as he dropped his gaze and went around prodding at his men.

They really were idiots.

NOT DONE YET BUT ALMOST OMG THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME. BLESS YOUR HEARTS. ALL OF YOU.

Papa Krued is the first Sting/Lilian shipper ahaha. I had no idea of how to continue last chapter so I had trouble starting this chapter and after three weeks of procratinating and reading Loki/Darcy fanfiction I figured that I might as well write papa Krued. Because he's my favorite OC. Haha.

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