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

With a thud, Eld stumbled into the room, but before he could yelp in pain, he quickly scanned the surroundings.


"I knew Arthur wouldn't be here, with such an important event tonight, how could he possibly be asleep?"


Coconut Tree sashayed into the room in a long skirt as well and took a quick look at the room's furnishings before pretending to be exhausted, lounging on the big bed and lazily waving an arm at Eld: "Darling, don't forget to lock the door behind you, we wouldn't want your friends to spoil our mood."


Eld's eyes sparkled with mischief as he rubbed his arms, a move that made Agares, sitting on the window sill, furrow his brows: "The fuck, mimicking me?"


Eld rose on his tiptoes and lightly touched the door, then, with his back to it, locked it without even looking at the keyhole, as if he had superpowers.


Chapter 187: The Devil's Contract Spirit (4k6)_3