Yarasuo was a mountain.
When Anna saw this pile of gold, those words came to mind.
It clearly was not very tall, yet it gave people the feeling of having to look up at it. Standing before it made one feel incredibly small.
Wealth was power! At that moment, Anna believed those words wholeheartedly.
She slowly walked over to the pile of gold and stroked one of the gold bricks.
The surface of the brick was not smooth. Nor did it have any patterns or the rolled and polished finish found on the small gold bars and bricks sold in stores.
The cross-sections of these gold bricks were trapezoidal. Their surfaces had not undergone any special treatment, yet they still radiated a brilliant golden glow.
As her fingers brushed over the brick, she could sense its weight without even picking it up.
It was a difficult feeling to describe, like touching another layer of cold skin—but instead of fearing it, she found herself enjoying the sensation.
And along with it came a sense of peace.
A mysterious power. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why "the gods" favored gold.
In the mythology of a certain small tribe, there was an account of gold's origin.
They believed gold had originally been part of the human body and represented a higher attribute. But as humanity degenerated, these things, which could for the moment be called "divinity," were expelled from the human body and eventually formed gold in nature.
If one day people could take gold back into their bodies and their blood, allowing golden blood to flow through their veins, humanity would become divine once more!
The scientific community regarded this discovery as "heresy" and "mythology." The latter half of the book had been burned because of certain fanatics.
Those fanatics