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

London Number One, Wellington private residence, Apsley House.


Duke Wellington leaned back in a bright red velvet armchair, appraising the neatly dressed policeman before him, in a swallow-tailed coat and a black top hat, wearing spotless white gloves, with a police saber hanging by his waist—Arthur.


The Duke, with his silver-flecked hair, tapped his fingers on the desk and said, "You seem to be in good spirits, my boy."


Arthur merely smiled, "If you had called me over a few days ago, I wouldn't have looked like this."


Wellington took a sip of tea, "Is that so? But it makes sense, you used to walk too close to Peel and me. After the Whig Party came into power, those who were displeased with you were bound to settle scores with you. But looking at you now, did you manage to get through the crisis unscathed?"


Chapter 168 Arthur's French Colleague (4K6)