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

As the saying goes, even if you haven't personally defeated the French, haven't you ever read about the French fleeing in the newspaper?


Viscount Melbourne leaned forward from his seat on the couch, "Who is the new Chancellor of the Exchequer?"


Viscount Palmerston picked up the bottle of wine and poured himself another glass, "The founder of the 'Edinburgh Review.'"


Viscount Melbourne frowned deeply, "'The Edinburgh Review' had more than one founder."


Viscount Palmeston set down the bottle, smiled, and patted his lover's brother on the shoulder, "But only one of them is qualified to be the High Chancellor, you should still remember the lawyer who helped Queen Caroline win the divorce case against King George IV, right?"


Upon hearing this, Viscount Melbourne immediately stood up, his face lit with surprise, "Henry?"


"Exactly," Viscount Palmeston grinned, "Not me, but another Henry—Mr. Henry Peter Brougham. Perhaps before long, we shall have to call him Lord Brougham."


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