The Saint Just Wants to Rest

Dragged to another world to play the role of a saint for 5 years.

Now I just want to rest.

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Alright. Killed the Demon King. Saved the people, protected world peace.

I did everything I had to do.

Now I just need to return to my original world as promised.

Ian glared at the magic circle that was beginning to glow brighter and brighter with an anxious expression.

“Can’t it go faster?”

How much effort had he put into shaking off that crazy bastard who always stuck to him like an octopus sucker?

Because the crazy bastard was unnecessarily strong, countless people had clung to him.

“Faster, go faster!”

Ian urged the mage on.

And finally, when the magic circle was completed, the temple doors collapsed with a loud crash.

The crazy bastard had arrived.

“Saint-nim!”

The strongest Holy Knight, Dragon Rider, ruler of the northern territories, descendant of the hero who inherited angelic blood, owner of the Holy Sword.

“Fuck! I’m free now! Fuck off!”

And Ian the Saint’s terrible stalker.

Now it’s goodbye forever.