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 was adding sugar to his cup while he calmly replied, "Really? Since I arrived in London five years ago, it's the first time I've learned that you can actually see the sun in this godforsaken place."


Fiona, seeing that haggling wasn't getting her anywhere, her eyebrows had pulled all the way up to her temples. She slumped onto the table, waving her hand, "Alright, alright, who's making you..."


Just as Fiona was saying this, she heard Arthur's voice come through.


Fiona sprung up from the table, surprised—perhaps her movement was too abrupt, as her chest shuddered.


Arthur saw this and just furrowed his brows slightly, shaking his head lightly, "No need to stuff so much, I remember the first time I saw you, it definitely wasn't that big. You swinging them around like that always makes me reluctantly think of several Frenchmen."


Chapter 233 Crime Den (5K)_2