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

The Red Devil, who had always been standing behind Arthur, heard this and his smile brightened, "Oh, my dear Arthur, you finally have a grasp of it. You must feel it too, right? Whether it's in religion or politics, or even in religious politics, the nature of human leaders has been the same for thousands of years."


Arthur glanced back at him and said, "No wonder you, the Devil, hardly ever talk about religion; I must say, you old salesman from Hell, you do adapt well to the times."


The Red Devil took off his hat and thanked him, "Thanks for the compliment, but speaking of which, have you ever considered establishing your own Papal States?"


"Papal States? Then you might have the wrong person," Arthur pointed at Louis Bonaparte's cell and said, "The man who could establish Papal States is sitting right in there."


Chapter 217: The Secret of Styria (4K8)_3