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

Heine leaned against the window of the second-floor box, overlooking the bustling Astley Theatre below, which was already packed with spectators from all over London.


Those seated in the back rows and those who had purchased standing tickets for the upper tiers were mostly ordinary citizens and workers' families with slightly better means.


Although not wealthy, the inherent vanity of Londoners and the emphasis on decent apparel on such grand social occasions drove them to spend from their limited family budgets to procure a fitting second-hand dress suit from the Covent Garden markets.


Trilby hats and corsets, tailored riding breeches and Hessian boots, linen neckties and top hats combined with frock coats or tailcoats, these once upper-class options had made their way into the wardrobes of ordinary families.


Chapter 257: At Your Command, Your Majesty (4K6)