Leila's thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of the musclebound man, who immediately stated his distrust towards the monk girl. Leila could tell he was a veteran in combat, and perhaps that was why he couldn't trust any stranger he just met so easily. Leila thought he had a point, but she stood silent, preferring to watch how their dialogue would unfold, while still watching the demon girl of course.

The monk girl then answered the man's question confidently. Leila's gut instinct told her from her tone that she really wasn't lying. However, the musclebound man thought differently, as he continued his questioning of the girl.

Leila thought of the monk girl's explanation. So the key to defeat the Hero was to use some kind of darkness magic. And it had to be done before he gained more mastery of the dark powers. So they were basically on a race against time.

Leila herself knew nothing about that kind of magic. Her kingdom practically banned the dark arts after all, a logical move, seeing how it was mostly used by the demons. And they couldn't risk dark magic going astray and creating an opening for the demons to attack. She had been taught that dark magic consisted of evil spells, like necromancy. She wouldn't want to use that kind of cruel magic to defeat the Hero, even if it was necessary. She just hoped that the monk girl was talking about some other type of magic she didn't know about.

Leila saw the brawler shout at an elven man in a distance, telling him to take care of the crying girl, who had gone totally unnoticed by her with how focused she was with her conversation with the monk and then the short confrontation against the demon girl. She felt a little pang of guilt for that. She would have rushed to her aid at once if she noticed her earlier. But now, she was not needed seeing how the elf man had taken care of her.