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 lights went out, and the Astley Circular Theatre fell into silence.


In the darkness on the stage, no one could see what was happening.


Chopin stood behind Arthur, removed his gloves, and revealed those hands capable of splashing countless moving notes.


His palms were covered in sweat beads, and both nervousness and worry were written on his face.


"Mr. Hastings, are you really all right?"


Arthur smiled, stood up, and placed the Guy Fawkes mask on Chopin's face.


"Frederick, there's no need to worry about me, I feel very good now. Just as I promised you before, I will give you a stage to fully display yourself, it's up to you to seize it."


Chopin asked, "But... but your hand is bleeding..."


As a pianist, no one understood better than Chopin the impact of an arm injury on a musical career.


Chapter 261: Hats Off, Gentlemen! (4K4)