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Chapter 25 - Ch 25

"How is he now?" Harry asked as he approached Mira who was still sitting the door of Liam's room.

"He still haven't came out, it's been 3 days already," Mira said, as she looked at the door, "I have called him out for atleast a while to eat something but he hasn't even said a thing." She said, her voice weak.

"He is devastated by his master's death..." Harry said looking at the door and sighed.

Mira lowered her head as her fingers gripped her skirt tightly. "Then... what should we do?" she asked softly, her voice almost trembling.

Harry stayed silent for a moment looking at door before he finally spoke, "Let's wait for a few more days. Pushing him now might just make it worse." He said.

Mira looked at him with tired eyes as she nods before Harry finally noticed how weak she looked. "You should eat something too, Mira. You haven't eaten properly either, have you?" He said.

"I... I'm fine," Mira mumbled, but her stomach betrayed her with a small growl asarry gave a small smile as he said, "Please, just eat a little. You won't be able to help him if you collapse first. He will be fine, so don't worry that much, okay?"

Mira stayed quiet for a while, still staring at the door but in the end, she finally nodded, albeit weakly.

"Good," Harry said, patting her lightly on the shoulder. "I'll check on him later. Take care of yourself till then." Saying so, he turned and slowly walked away, leaving her there alone.

Mira kept her eyes fixed on the door as she mumbled softly, "Liam... " she said and after a brief pause she continued, "How long do I have to wait for you, idiotโ€ฆ"

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Inside, the room was a complete mess, with clothes, books and other things all lying around, and other things all lying around, and in the middle of all that sat Liam with a letter in his hand and box beside him.

He had his back against the wall and his knees pulled up against his chest with his head buried in his arms and his eyes red and swollen from crying.

Liam was an orphan... Both him and his brother and beside him, he had no family, no parents no place he truly belonged to and call homeโ€ฆ except for Robin.

Robin wasn't just his teacher who teached him magic, but also the closest thing Liam ever had to a father.

A family he never had, someone who never abandoned him and someone he could rely on.

Even during these past few years, he offered him a job, a place to stay, and teached him so many things, not only about magic but also about him and his work... Both dirty and facade one.

But now, that one person is gone... There's no one left to teach him magic, no one will teach him stage ethics and no will review his performances... It will just be him alone again.

Every memory with Robin kept replaying in his head... the training sessions, the scoldings, even something as simple as a shared meal and all that he left for him? A parcel and a letter?

He don't need them tho, he needed him back... Because he missed him so damn much.

"I'm sorryโ€ฆ," he muttered under his breath in a cracking voice but all he could do was sit there, lost in the pain, clutching the last pieces of memory he had of him... And read it again and again.

"๐“˜๐“ฏ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ, ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“˜ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ, ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ'๐“ผ ๐“ช ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐”‚ ๐“˜ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ถ๐”‚๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฏ ๐“ซ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฎ."

"๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“น๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐”€ ๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ผ ๐“˜ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ, ๐“ฆ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฐ๐“ป๐“ธ๐”€. ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ช ๐“น๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ถ๐“ฎ. ๐“˜๐“ฝ'๐“ผ ๐“ช ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐”‚ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฝ, ๐“ซ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ถ๐“ฎ, ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฐ๐“ป๐“ธ๐”€ ๐“พ๐“น ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ ๐“ช ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท."

"๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ถ, ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ต๐“ญ, ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ'๐“ผ ๐“ช ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ต ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ท ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ด, ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ฐ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ฌ๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ, ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ, ๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“น๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ผ๐“ช๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป, ๐“˜ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ท, ๐”€๐“ฑ๐”‚ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“˜ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ด ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ธ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ญ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ต๐”‚? ๐“‘๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต, ๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ช ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐”‚."

"๐“‘๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป, ๐“˜ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ผ๐“ธ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ฎ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐”‚ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ, ๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ธ, ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ผ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ต ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ, ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ'๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ผ๐“ธ ๐“ช ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ป.

๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ถ, ๐“˜ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฐ๐“ป๐“ธ๐”€ ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ป, ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ถ๐“ฎ, ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฑ, ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ช๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ญ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ญ. ๐“›๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ต๐”‚, ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ. ๐““๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ฌ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ธ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ๐”‚ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ, ๐“ช ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฌ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ผ.

๐“˜ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ซ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ, ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท."

Beside the letter, Robin has left him with an invisibility spell, using the combination of all four basic spells that he have, boosting thier efficiency so much so that probably nonone would be able to detect him if he don't want to.

That is once he mastered the spell, and other other one? It was his teacher's masterpiece, a spell he himself failed to master, a spell he dedicated his life creating, fueled by nothing but his passion.

A spell that describe him the best, the world famous thief, who goes by the codename Clown, the spell is Mimic.

He has already memorized both the spells in theory and all that remains is to practice them and learn to use them.

However, he don't want to do it now, he don't want to leave the room, he isn't ready yet... He will become the strongest just as he promised.

'Ah, for now, I wants to sleep tho, I am so sleepy, I guess I should sleep for a while, everything will be fine after I wake up... I should have... eaten something tho... I am... So hungry...'

[Sync Rate:- 95%]

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A/N:- Short chapter, sry.

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