Cut off the city?

[Ren Hilton's POV.]

The cafe door's bell rang with a pleasant jingle as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The cozy atmosphere of the cafe welcomed me as I scanned the room, and that's when I spotted Alver.

"Thank God you came. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?" Alver practically shouted. His outburst drew the curious gazes of other cafe patrons.

I shook my head and chuckled, making my way over to his table. "Chill, dude," I said as I settled into a chair across from him. Today, like the previous time, we were supposed to meet here.

"Chill? How the hell am I supposed to chill in a situation like this!" Alver's agitation was palpable as he ground his teeth. "Not after what you said before leaving me in that damn warehouse, making me go crazy while thinking -"

Ah, I remembered. Alver was clearly still reeling from the revelation of how I'd discovered his secret.

Guild Master Alver was an aristocrat.