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

"Loyal to the country but not to the government?"


Arthur smiled, "It sounds somewhat reasonable, but the government probably wouldn't like to hear that. However, the fact that Mr. Talleyrand held positions in five different governments shows his capability. Perhaps, if I have the chance, I should have a talk with him."


Victor joked, "As an inspector from the Greater London Police Department?"


"No, certainly not. Mr. Robespierre and Napoleon couldn't catch that cunning old eel, Talleyrand; I, a small policeman from Scotland Yard, have no interest in arresting him."


Arthur crushed a sugar cube, "I'm simply hoping to chat with him as an unfamiliar friend and a younger subordinate."


Victor said, "If that's really what you want, I can introduce you in a couple of days. The London Conference will be going on for several days anyway, and there should be time afterwards. But definitely not today."


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