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 nodded with a smile, "Mr. Bertrand, it's not a big deal. I had said from the beginning that I hold great respect for you. Allowing you to perform on the dueling stage was sacrilegious enough, how could I dare to alter the outcome of the duel? May God witness our battle of honor. Louis, lend Mr. Bertrand your officer's sword, while the dishes are not yet served, let us rehearse here today."


Louis Bonaparte, upon hearing this, simply removed the officer's sword from his waist and handed it over.


Bertrand took the sword, and with a ringing sound, he drew it from its sheath. His stubble reflected on the bright, snowy blade, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "What a fine sword indeed! The edge of this sword is far superior to the ones we use at our fencing club. Can ordinary officers at Scotland Yard use such fine weapons?"


Chapter 251: The Grandeur of the Sword Saint (5K6)_3