All men and women in this world are stars.
This praised the uniqueness of every human being: every living creature was a star in the heavens.
In Aleister's understanding and theory, she denied the existence of the origin known as "meaninglessness."
Even so-called "meaninglessness" was meaningful by nature in Aleister's understanding.
That was Aleister. Although she divided people into different ranks, she never denied anyone's usefulness.
Even the most insignificant human being might affect a major event involving the entire Human History.
That was why Aleister had always failed when carrying out her plans in the past.
There were simply too many humans, and she couldn't calculate them all as parts.
Nor could she make every one of those parts operate according to her will.
As a result, everything she did ended in failure.
Aleister leaned against the back of the chair in a highly improper pose, her two tender, pale arms resting on either side of it.
Both of the chair's front legs were lifted off the ground, while Aleister's slender, beautiful legs, clad in white stockings, rested on the table.
Beneath her women's suit was a sharp pleated miniskirt, and she didn't care in the slightest that she might expose herself.
Though she was essentially a lecherous old man, she preferred conservative, pure white clothing without any unnecessary frills.
Perhaps the more chaotic one's life was, the more one yearned for simplicity and purity.
"Mind your image a little."
Roy sighed.
"Hehe, you're the only one who can see me anyway. I don't mind you seeing me."
Aleister giggled suggestively.
Ever since becoming a woman, she had grown bolder in her behavior—or perhaps she could finally experience a different kind of life.
And for Aleister, anything new brought intense stimulation.
Aleister had never been a good person. The