Chasing Time

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.”
Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?”
The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?”
Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!”
“Oh!!!!”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause.
“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.
The applause grew even more fervent...
(The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

The Shadow of Great Britain

Outside the Greenwich police station, Fiona, dressed in a long skirt, tucked her pale golden hair behind her ear as she stared at the pipe held in her palm, feeling conflicted.


Behind her were members of the "Little Brothers of Cambridge" who had been released along side her.


The group of lads, varying in height and build, looked at Fiona's inscrutable expression, one by one stepped forward to comfort her, "Fiona, it's no big deal. Isn't it just like always, selling your body? At least the brothers are all out now, and we'll cover your expenses these next few days."


Fiona couldn't help but glared at them upon hearing this, "What do you mean 'selling my body'? This time it was souls! We have no way back now, you idiots!"


The guys looked at one another, all at a loss as to what was setting off their boss today.


Someone whistled teasingly, "Selling souls? Is that some new trick you've come up with recently?"


Chapter 95: The Great Dumas's Desire for Wealth