Alvin had absolutely no interest in taking over that so-called Elder Council!
He had confidence in his own strength, but he doubted whether he was a qualified "ruler."
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a matter of doubt. He knew for certain that he wasn't a qualified "ruler."
He was only suited to ruling Hell's Kitchen, because he was the one holding the hammer, and everyone in Hell's Kitchen looked like a nail.
If he could have his way, he wouldn't want anything but money!
A life with power and no responsibilities was the most perfect kind of life. It was just that he wasn't the kind of guy who only talked big, and he didn't have the nerve to enjoy that sort of life.
Whether they should completely smash the Elder Council depended on having enough intelligence. If possible, Alvin would rather keep the world as it was.
In fact, he believed that as long as they confirmed most of the Elder Council had nothing to do with Vanaheim, humanity itself wouldn't go against the tide of the world. Anyone who tried to oppose the general trend would end up ground to dust.
Those Vanaheim drama queens had no real "backing" at all. Maybe Alvin wouldn't even need to cut anyone down. They only had to send the drama queens' information to the newspapers, and an angry mob would tear them to pieces.
Angels, Einherjar, Demons, devils—these things were often nothing in the face of humanity's "anger."
The news about the Elder Council had surprised Alvin a little, but it hadn't dampened their mood for fun.
They'd all seen their share of storms. A little thing like this wasn't enough to make them worry too much.
Seeing Castle engrossed in his thriller, Alvin mischievously called everyone over to the card table