I was training to become a knight when I nearly died, and remembered my past life. I used to be the Great Saint. The one the Demon Lord's right hand swore to kill if I was ever reborn as a saint. Saints these days are weak, rare, and worshipped like treasures. And my powers are straight out of fairy tales. So the plan is simple. Become a knight. Keep my head down. Never let anyone find out. ...It's just that holy magic is really, really convenient.