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

In the ballroom, Gladstone was sitting in the corner with a glass of red wine, looking somewhat distracted.


He stared at the reflection of a young face in the blood-red liquid, one hand on his forehead, shaking his head uncontrollably.


He murmured to himself, "William, look at what you've done. You promised the voters that you would eradicate the corruption within the Government, yet today you simply watched a corrupt deal unfold right before your eyes. And you, you plan to do nothing—how is this not a betrayal of Sir Peel and the Duke of Newcastle's expectations?"


At this, he couldn't help but rub his face vigorously with his hands until his cheeks turned apple-red, which made him feel slightly better.


Just as he was about to go outside for some air, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a glimpse of a striking red and black dress approaching him.


Chapter 296: Early Human Love Issues