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

The ballroom was abuzz with guests clinking glasses, eagerly discussing various topics of interest.


Several ladies, watching the musicians of the London Philharmonic Association tuning their instruments, could not help but express their envy to Mrs. Cordington at their side.


"It's incredible that you even managed to invite Mr. Mozesales today," they said with admiration. "I wonder which piece he plans to start with? Is it his own 'Alexander Variations,' 'Tribute to Handel,' or perhaps a piece by Mr. Bach, or Beethoven's 'Ninth Symphony'?"


Mrs. Cordington couldn't help but feel proud inside, but she only responded modestly, "That is up to Mr. Mozesales himself, I always refrain from intruding on a musician's creativity."


However, Mrs. Cordington was just as curious as the other ladies about the pieces Mozesales would play tonight.


Suddenly, she saw Mozesales giving his place by the piano to Arthur beside him and instead put on the white gloves he had taken from his pocket.


Chapter 134 Paganini Etudes