Reluctantly diverting my attention from her captivating body, I locked eyes with her, finding that she, too, was appraising me, perhaps attempting to discern my background and identity. In turn, I couldn't help but notice her striking crystal-like irises, complemented by deep blue pupils and a beauty mark resembling a small diamond cut and perfectly placed there.

Silently, I swung the door wide open, inviting them to enter. The lady in the striking blue, slit gown stepped in gracefully, accompanied by another woman with violet crystal locs. From her appearance, I deduced she was likely in her late twenties.

By our village's standards, one might describe her as beautiful, owing to her incredibly slender physique, a detail I might have overlooked if not for her choice of attire. She was clad in a scanty, violet minidress that barely reached her small buttocks, small enough to prevent further upward creep but ample enough to offer an unapologetic glimpse of her azure panties.

At this point, I couldn't help but wonder why their attire consistently exposed their underwear to the world.

Nevertheless, my attention shifted to the next lady with vibrant green crystal hair who walked in. Unlike the previous one, she had more prominent buttocks. Although her breasts didn't rival the first woman's in size, the way she was dressed, akin to the second lady, almost led my imagination astray.

Her light blue gown, more like a top given her shapely backside, enticingly exposed the waistband of her panties from behind. The panties, valiantly resisting the urge to nestle between the ass cheeks of her alluring bare buttocks, seemed almost destined to give in to the temptation.

Then, my attention shifted to the middle-aged man. I briefly observed his long, pristine white robe, noticing the mixed golden and grey-coloured gemstones down the centre, on both sides of his dress, as well as on his back. Gently, I closed the door firmly after making sure they had all entered the room.

They filed in one by one, each glancing at my actions before fixing their gazes on the still-unconscious Saria. The woman with the enchanting crystal-like beauty mark beneath her right eye pointed at Saria and asked, "Is she the one?"

"Yes," I nodded my head and responded, "Is there anything that you can do to make her feel better?"

Before the woman could respond, the man scoffed. "Of course, there is, or else the Queen wouldn't have summoned all of you here for the same reason," he stated, pacing around Saria's bed. He strode from one edge to another, saying, "While there may be certain factors to consider, such as potential side effects or benefits, given that you two aren't of our lineage, I doubt we can ascertain those until we try."

"He's right," the third woman chimed in, casually stretching her right arm behind her as if adjusting her light blue panties, and pulling it out from getting stuck between her ass cheeks.

The second woman in the middle, the most slender of them all, cleared her throat gently to draw everyone's attention. "Since we've all agreed, why don't we take turns first to avoid overwhelming her? If that doesn't work, we can use all our abilities at once to see if she wakes up."

One by one, they all nodded in agreement. The middle-aged man in the white robe stepped forward, taking Saria's left hand in his right. His hand began to glow intensely, enveloping Saria's body before the light vanished a few seconds later, just as quickly as it had appeared.

Furrowing his brows, I observed as the man tapped his chest.

From it, an immaterial, bright grey-coloured gemstone appeared to phase out of his robe and hover over Saria.

He released her hand, stretched his arms over her, and a rain of intense, pure light poured down on her unconscious form, engulfing her from head to toe.

After a few minutes, the man suddenly withdrew his arms, releasing a deep breath as he slumped downward. Shaking his head in disappointment, he stretched his right hand to grab the immaterial floating gemstone as though it were a physical object.

Then, he gently slapped it back into his chest, appearing as though he had recovered a bit of his energy. "I can't... My ability doesn't seem to be working, so I can't make her recover or wake up from whatever is keeping her unconscious," the man said with a sigh.

A slight frown appeared on his face as though he was contemplating the words he had just uttered.

"Let me try," the slender woman in the middle expressed, walking toward Saria and taking her hand, just as the man had done. Her hands began to emit a brilliant glow, which intensified until it enveloped Saria's entire body. The intensity of the light forced me to shield my eyes with my palms.

"This... This..." the woman stammered as the light slowly faded. She released Saria's hand and looked at her in disbelief. "It's not working..." Her mouth hung open as she spoke, as if she herself couldn't believe the words that had just left her lips. "My healing ability has no effect on her."

"What do you mean it has no effect on her?" the woman with the daring slit in her gown questioned with a displeased frown as she looked at the shocked expression on the woman's face. "We expected some issues, but our ability not working on her seems a bit excessive."

"I don't understand it either," the man chimed in. "I can feel my magic draining, but it's like it has no impact on her."

"Let me give it a try," she said, stepping forward while the other woman shook her head in resignation as though further attempts would be futile.

With a single, intentional tap on her chest, mirroring the man's actions, she conjured an ethereal, translucent gemstone that floated above Saria, casting its radiant light upon her. After a brief moment, the woman retrieved the gemstone, returning it to her chest, and then fixed her gaze on Saria as if she had seen a ghost.