A Former Police Officer Who Died And Get A Second Life! Chapter 124: Memories of Home

When Qiong Xing said thank you, Lunios imdiately snorted and looked at Solinos with a proud expression, as if to say, See?

A vein imdiately appeared on Solinos’s forehead.

It seed that the two of them argued like this all the ti.

For them, it was probably sothing very normal.

But in another way, perhaps it was not a bad thing.

After all, being able to argue openly like that ant they trusted each other.

"Hey, hey, no fighting. Both of you did all this because you were thinking about , right? Thank you very much. I will work hard so I can use it well."

When Qiong Xing said he would do his best to live up to their feelings, the two of them stopped arguing and smiled happily.

"Even so, I stayed here for quite a long ti. I am sorry for causing both of you so much trouble."

To begin with, it was his fault for not properly listening at the start. Yet neither of them complained even once and patiently explained everything to him.

When Qiong Xing apologized for relying on them so much, they shook their heads so strongly it almost seed like a sound could be heard.

"N-no, please don’t worry about that. I only want to help you, Qiong Xing!"

"That’s right. In the first place, this one was the one who caused trouble for you. So please do not worry about it and rely on us more. ...I would be happier that way as well."

Qiong Xing laughed, thinking that Solinos had beco much more honest than before and he thanked them again, though he had already lost count of how many tis he had said it.

"Then I will take you up on your kind offer and co again. Next ti, the three of us should have tea together."

"Yeah!"

"Yes."

After greeting the two of them who smiled happily and said they would love to, Qiong Xing was returned to the original world.

"They have both changed quite a lot since the last ti we t."

"Huh? What do you an?"

The one who reacted to Qiong Xing’s quiet murmur was Brat who had been praying beside him.

"It’s nothing. Brat, did you finish your prayer properly?"

"I’m not sure if it was proper... but I think I did."

There was probably no such thing as a "correct" way to pray.

As long as the feelings were sincere, it should not matter where or when it was done.

Thinking that it was fine, Qiong Xing nodded and then left the church with Brat to go pick up Albe.

"Well then, it’s getting late, so let’s stop here for today. Next ti, think about what you would like to do. Also, about your clothes... they should be more... shabby? No... more like... sothing that doesn’t look expensive."

Those were not the kind of words one would normally say to a prince.

Even so, Qiong Xing asked him to tone down his flashy clothing a little.

The prince looked confused, but he still nodded.

"Albe, have you ever prayed to a God for sothing?"

"What’s that supposed to an? No, I’ve never done that."

"I thought so."

Albe tilted his head curiously at the sudden question from Qiong Xing.

For Albe who was a demon, the very idea of praying to a God probably made no sense.

Qiong Xing was the sa or rather, he used to be the sa.

Until he t them.

Even though he felt a little sorry toward the two Gods who tried so hard for his sake, Qiong Xing had hated Gods before he died in his previous life.

When his parents suddenly died, the Gods had done nothing for him.

Of course, he understood now that it was not their fault and now he was living happily, so he felt grateful.

But even so, sowhere deep in his heart, there was still a small part of him that wondered why had no one saved him back then?

When his parents’ bodies were brought back after the traffic accident, they were covered in wounds.

Their pale faces, with their eyes closed, were so expressionless that he could hardly recognize them.

The two people who always greeted him with warm smiles and said "welco ho" were no longer anywhere in the world.

His father who used to play catch with him on his days off.

His mother who cooked delicious als for him every single day.

The parents who smiled and told him they loved him and that he was precious to them were gone.

But Qiong Xing had been too young back then.

His heart was not strong enough to understand such a reality.

He could not accept that his parents had died.

Every day, he searched around the neighborhood for them.

"Dad! Mom!"

He was crying loudly as he searching for them again and again, wandering around endlessly.

He kept doing this for several days.

But of course, no child could keep doing sothing like that forever.

Eventually, he collapsed from exhaustion.

A neighbor found him and helped him.

He was taken to the hospital.

Several days later, after finally being discharged, Qiong Xing was taken in by his uncle, his mother’s younger brother.

At the ti, his uncle was a police officer.

It was that uncle who helped cheer him up when he was drowning in sadness.

Qiong Xing had prayed many tis.

Again and again.

But no matter how much he prayed, his wishes were never granted.

So he stopped believing in Gods.

Instead of believing in a God who ignored his desperate prayers, Qiong Xing believed that the person who truly helped him was his uncle, the one who stayed beside him and comforted him while he cried.

To him, that uncle was like a God.

Because of that, Qiong Xing chose to follow his uncle’s path and beca a police officer himself.

"I’m ho."

"Welco back."

"Mama, welco back."

Hearing those voices answering him brought Qiong Xing great happiness.