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

According to the law, he would have to pay a fine of 30 pounds for each illegal corpse, and given the large number of bodies, he might even have to spend a few more years in prison. After that, his sentence wouldn't be over because he certainly wouldn't be able to pay the full fine to the court, so as soon as he walked out of the criminal court, he would be transferred to a debtor's prison.


Arthur couldn't help frowning at the thought.


Seeing his expression, the Red Devil, holding a goblet, teased him by placing a hand on his shoulder, "Arthur, what's wrong? Haven't you always been an advocate for thorough investigations in such cases? Or are you considering letting him off the hook now that it suits your interests? Oh, or should I put it more elegantly—perhaps you've developed a fondness for talent, as I regard you."


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