British Gentleman, Maybe He Really Is a God

"What did you say? That naive and down-and-out nobleman dared to speak for those lowly workers?" "He betrayed the interests of the aristocracy! He is the enemy of the aristocracy!" "He is inciting opposition! He is going against the British aristocracy. He is a shameless reformer!" "Mr. Arthur, thank you, you have allowed us to regain our dignity as human beings..." "Mr. Arthur! As long as you give the order, we will overthrow this corrupt rule!" "Mr. Arthur, it's cold. This British royal dress..." "You... Oh! You... Have hurt me!..." This is because the eight-hour work system has been established. We just treat workers as human beings. We just don't want workers' children to call other people mom and dad. We just don't want to see six-year-old children climbing up chimneys. We just don't want more people to appear without clothes or food to eat... I just experienced that wonderful society and just want it to appear again... When he woke up, he became a British aristocrat in a honeypot. He originally just wanted to live a life of fine clothes and fine food, surrounded by maids. But, as luck would have it, even the ancestral home was saved after going bankrupt? There is only one answer to the question, there is something wrong with this damn British society! "Das Kapital", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "..."... I just wanted to give this society a little shock... But why do they all think I am a god?