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The Shadow of Great Britain

“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)

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Chapter 29 St Giles Church

The twilight sun set, and the stars had just appeared in the sky that was still a pale blue, not yet turned dark.

Arthur and Eld stood at the entrance of the Royal Theater on Drury Lane in West London, surrounded by elegantly dressed upper-class gentlemen and ladies of distinction.

The constant flow of carriages blocked the road so firmly that Arthur and Eld were stuck amid the wide skirts of charming ladies, the air permeated with the sting of perfume.

Back to back, they shifted outward little by little, advancing two steps and retreating one, occasionally turning their heads to check their surroundings to avoid being pushed back by the insane crowd, resembling dancers performing the Flamenco.

Their odd behavior, combined with their ordinary attire, occasionally drew disdainful looks from the surrounding servants.

Arthur cursed, "Eld, what's with today? Was it always this congested here before?"

Eld was also frustrated, his feet screeched from the ladies' high heels.