Alka nodded. He helped the old man back to his counter. After the old man sat down, Alka took a small stool, sat beside him, and unwrapped the archives.
He looked at the information inside, selecting some key points to transcribe.
Watching Alka's serious expression, the old priest said, "The Nafasi Clan from fifty years ago... ah, when I was young, I witnessed their splendor with my own eyes."
"Oh? What were they like?" Alka asked curiously, looking up.
The old priest leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling, seemingly reminiscing about the past or perhaps sighing with regret.
He said, "At that time, their clan could be considered the most powerful on this island. They were also followers of the Holy Mother.
"They helped the Church with many matters. I even worked with some of their clan members. I must say, their family upbringing was quite commendable.
"It's a pity…"
"What happened?" Alka responded at an opportune moment.
