Five years of playing the Saint after being dragged into another world. Now, I just want to rest. *** Alright. Demon King? Dead. People? Saved. World peace? Secured. I’ve done my part. Now, all that’s left is to return to my original world as promised. Ian glared at the magic circle, which was beginning to glow, his face etched with anxiety. “Can’t you make it go any faster?” How hard had he worked to shake off that crazy bastard who clung to him like octopus suckers? That lunatic was so pointlessly strong that it took a small army just to hold him back. “Faster, even faster!” Ian urged the mage. And finally, just as the magic circle was completed, the temple doors collapsed with a thunderous crash. The crazy bastard had arrived. “Saint!” The strongest Paladin, the Dragon Rider, the Ruler of the Northern Territories, the Heroic Descendant of Angelic Blood, and the wielder of the Holy Sword. “F*ck! I’m free now! Piss off!” And the Saint Ian’s horrific stalker. Now, it’s goodbye forever.