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

I stared into the profound, pitch-black sky, tightly clutching the cross on Charles's chest, pressing the cross against my chest as I prayed to God.


In the midst of silence, I couldn't sense anything. Charles's neck was uncomfortable from my pulling, he wanted to scold me; let him scold then.


The worldly noises could no longer hinder my steadfast beliefs.


Suddenly, I felt as if I had received an answer from God. A light rain began to fall from the sky, thunder roared and dark clouds gathered. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. Even though my eyes were tightly shut, they were still illuminated by that brilliant light.


Immediately after, amid the storm, I heard Charles's cry of astonishment; he shouted, "Look! That is St. Elmo's fire!"


I opened my eyes sharply, and I will never forget, this might be the most dazzlingly beautiful scene I have ever witnessed in my life.


Chapter 238 Why Are Things Always So Bad for Eld (7K2) Part 4