As Rosvisser had said, this wasn’t the first time she’d voiced her thoughts on the matter.
Leon always agreed in words, but when the time came to face an enemy, he would invariably push Rosvisser to the rear.

The number of times they had fought side by side could be counted on one hand. There were only two instances that stood out in Leon’s memory:

Leon had never doubted Rosvisser’s ability to help him. In fact, during the attack by the first iteration of "stitched-up Konstantin," if it hadn’t been for her primordial magic, Leon might not have been able to deal with Konstantin at all.

Leon’s reluctance to let Rosvisser accompany him on dangerous adventures stemmed from guilt over Narion’s fate and the memory of losing Rosvisser once already. He couldn’t bear to lose her again.

This was also why Leon had been relentlessly hunting Shadow across the world.
But times had changed. The current situation was no longer one he could handle alone. He needed help to protect his family better.

Moreover, Rosvisser had long been frustrated with Leon’s tendency to shoulder everything himself. If he didn’t start involving her soon, she might genuinely throw a fit.

After a brief silence, Leon nodded.
“Alright, I understand.”
“Hmm. Don’t just give me lip service this time. When the battlefield comes calling, don’t start making excuses to push me away.”