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 Duke of Wellington replied with a gentle chuckle. Clearing his throat, the old Duke straightened his slightly stooped back considerably.


He scanned the cavalry below and, with a sudden gesture, flung his white glove forward; his penetrating and resonant voice, like a hurricane, filled the ears of everyone present.


"Stand up, Imperial Guard! Charge once again, immediately!!!"


The command was assertive and almost simultaneous with its issuance, the cavalry raised their riding crops and lashed down hard. Immediately after, the warhorses neighed in unison, and then the cavalry began to recklessly canter around the central round stage.


Dust billowed in the theater, and the passionate performance of the cavalry instantly unleashed the emotions of the audience, who cheered and shouted in approval. Gentlemen threw their hats skyward, and even the usually sweet and quiet ladies clutched their chests, seemingly on the verge of being overwhelmed by the fervent atmosphere.


Chapter 258: Collision of Eras (5K6)_3