I’m Really Not a Gold Saint

You have become a guardian of the tombs in the Sanctuary.

With the Holy War approaching, all you want is to tend the cemetery and quietly keep a low profile.

But when the main plot goes off the rails, you have no choice but to burn your cosmos and charge into the Twelve Zodiac Temples alone...

The goddess Athena: “You scoundrel! You promised you’d marry me after the Holy War. From now on, I’ll dance the Paradise Lost for you every single day.”

Poseidon, god of the sea: “I’ll accept you as my big brother. Zeus can get lost.”

Hades, god of the underworld: “I have never met anyone as shameless as you!!!”

You shrug. “Everyone, I just want to be a quiet tomb keeper. Please don’t disturb me while I’m tending the graves. Get lost, the lot of you!”