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

And those idlers who were loitering nearby, once they saw the crowd on this side, they all gathered around too. Kids threw stones at us, women spat in our direction, and dockworkers who had just finished their shift formed a protective barrier in front of them, preventing us from getting close enough to make arrests. Seeing that things were going south, we quickly sent a sharp lad back to the camp to call for reinforcements. In the end, it took a whole platoon from the 82nd Regiment to get that couple to the hospital."


"And that wasn't the end of it! After we got those people to the hospital, we found that there were already about a thousand people gathered outside. As you know, with our old British tradition, when so many people collect, nothing good is bound to happen. We stood guard at the hospital until evening, and sure enough, as soon as the sun went down, they started..."


The naval officer sneered, "Oh? Did your army have another Peterloo Massacre on your hands?"


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