Long ago...
At least before his adoptive father, James Moriarty, met Anna Kingsford, he had been an upright young man with a heart for justice.
Strong and independent, intelligent and self-disciplined. With outstanding talent, diligent effort, and an almost fanatical thirst for knowledge, he had even learned the Observation Secret Rite that the Short-lived Races had never mastered. He also possessed a profound understanding of the philosophy behind Controlled Fire, as well as a fervent heart recognized by Cardinal Loki, who had embarked upon the Path of Dedication.
Back then, he had been a "brave who saved the world."
—Until he came into contact with his wife, Anna Kingsford. That was when everything changed.
A confused soul from the future of the apocalypse, reborn on the day Amber was born, had been summoned by Anna Kingsford and sewn into James Moriarty's body.
From that moment onward, the two souls merged.
Rather than saying that the "savior" had stolen the "brave's" body, it would be more accurate to say that the "brave" had gained the "savior's" memories. From then on, James Moriarty's already a priori and forward-looking perspective allowed him to see the day of the apocalypse all at once.
It was like skipping an entire book and going straight to its less-than-satisfying ending, then losing the enthusiasm to open the book again.
—That was roughly what "Premature Death" meant.
Once one saw through the ending, the process no longer mattered.
And the person who had done all this was Anna Kingsford, who had once given birth to a daughter with James Moriarty.
One could say that she had personally cultivated an incomparably powerful BOSS for this world.
Whatever her motives might have been, Aleister felt that her mental state was far from normal.
But there was no doubt about it...