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

Arthur waved over a waiter to order Victor a glass of gin, "Of course, the night is still young, I've got plenty of time."


Victor took a drag of his cigarette, "At that time, our department head's wife lost a cloak while she was out, and the head specifically called me over to track down the cloak. I thought to myself, 'Fuck this, I'm here to solve cases, not run after some trivial bullshit like this'. But I had no choice, it was an order from the head, so I had my men do a cursory search."


But looking for a cloak in the vastness of Paris was a real pain in the ass, and naturally, we came up empty-handed. Before long, rumors started circulating in the office, saying the head was beginning to doubt my loyalty because of this incident. A few days later, the cloak miraculously grew wings and flew into the hands of my direct supervisor, Duplacey, who always had it in for me."


Chapter 190 London-Paris Spy Axis (5K4)_3