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

Just as Sheriff Field had surmised, there actually weren't many people who cared whether Hastings was dead or alive, but everyone seemed to swarm like flies in a restroom over the news effect this incident triggered.


The East India Company seized the opportunity to slander Liverpool's chaotic management, hoping to gain more favorable policies from Parliament.


The Home Office considered using this event to further expand its power, integrating national security forces into its own hands.


The Foreign Office grabbed onto the identity of the assassin, with Viscount Palmerston shifting his stance on the Polish issue, beginning to seize the moral high ground to accuse those who sympathized with the Poles of ignoring national sovereignty issues.


The Russians, naturally, were pleased with this development, for if those Polish exiles were sent back, the trials they would face would likely be far harsher than those faced by peasants who participated in the Sven uprising.


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