"Then there's only one question left... do I count as one of these so-called gods?"
After ordering the two horses, which had grown restless when their owner lost consciousness, to quiet down, Roland unceremoniously pushed the unconscious traveling merchant aside and fell into thought.
He knew there was certainly a difference in their nature, but honestly, he had little concern about their standing.
He had often complained about Shendu's worn-down Thousand Wisdom, but although its specific incantations, spells, and even ability to respond to situations had been worn away completely, its wealth of experience and mature capacity for learning remained perfectly intact.
Back in Type-Moon, Roland had needed only a short time to thoroughly master the spells Medea taught him, even developing new ones from them. That talent had once left even Medea feeling somewhat inferior, so to this day, Roland had yet to encounter a spell he could not learn.
If he could grant Falna to others after accepting the power called Falna himself, there would be a great deal he could do with that.
"Still, I can't get careless..."
Although the gods had nominally sealed their powers, that was mostly just to maintain the rules of the game. When faced with a life-threatening crisis, or when returning to heaven, that power would be released.
Although most gods usually seemed carefree and frivolous, dealing with them once that power was released would still be difficult.
In the world of DanMachi, although the displays of power in the original story were not that impressive, there were explicit records of city-level feats after Falna levels increased. The strongest adventurers even surpassed many ordinary Servants in combat ability.
From that perspective, though, Roland's desire to steadily make his power his own and turn his past into experience that would carry him forward