Arknightcraft Modpack

“How about this?”

Putting away the pumpkin head in his hand, Steven retrieved an Ender Dragon head from his backpack.

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In an instant, the comparatively small head under Steven’s thick, purple-black armor was replaced with what looked like the fearsome visage of a dragon from myth. Glowing violet light poured from the ferocious dragon head’s eyes, and the crown-like white horns atop the head lent an air of regal menace, amplifying his intimidating aura.

Compared to the vision-obstructing pumpkin head, this suited him far better.

Completely unaware of how astonishing his transformation was to those around him, Steven quietly admired himself.

“How… did you do that?”

Outcast stood up from her seat and approached Steven. Had she not just seen the entire process unfold before her eyes, she wouldn’t have believed it.

The dragon head atop Steven’s body seemed alive, its heavy breaths sending out bursts of dragon-like exhalations with each inhale and exhale. Moreover, the head’s fearsome expression somehow conveyed an air of inquiry that matched Steven’s current demeanor.

Was this boy secretly an ancient Draco, revealing his true form?

“I just put on a helmet. What’s the big deal?”

The fierce dragon face showed a look of puzzlement, and Outcast could clearly see bewilderment in the glowing violet eyes.

“Can I… touch it?”

Curious, Outcast removed the glove from her hand.

“Go ahead.”

Steven saw no harm in it. If anything, he was still confused by why these people weren’t showering him with compliments. Dragonhead warriors are cool! Who could resist becoming a little dragon dude?

Outcast’s thin, bony fingers touched the dragon head. The sensation was cold, with a subtle, slippery texture—just like touching real skin.

Withdrawing her hand, Outcast realized why Kal’tsit placed such importance on Steven. Even a trivial act like this hinted at the secrets the boy carried. For Rhodes Island—or even this entire land—his uniqueness could bring about groundbreaking changes.

This wasn’t just putting on a helmet; this was literally changing his head.

“You’d best avoid letting anyone from Victoria—or anywhere else, for that matter—see you like this. It’ll attract unnecessary trouble,” Kal’tsit warned, her earlier shock hidden beneath her now-calm demeanor.

As one of Victoria’s two royal families, the Dracos had been considered extinct since the Aslan lineage took over. If Steven walked around with a dragon head like this, it would undoubtedly provoke scrutiny and investigation.

Even Kal’tsit herself couldn’t remember the last time she had encountered an ancient Draco.

“Uh… Is it that serious?”

Steven raised an eyebrow. In a world populated by anthropomorphic beings and literal angels, surely little dragonfolk like him weren’t all that rare, right? After all, wasn’t Outcast standing right there as a perfect example?

“It’s far more serious than you think,” Kal’tsit replied, her gaze heavy as she locked eyes with the glowing purple dragon eyes.

“Fine, then.”

Steven sighed in disappointment. Initially, he thought such attention might be beneficial, but since his goal was to avoid standing out too much, he decided to relent.

He removed the Ender Dragon head and replaced it with a Wither Skeleton skull from his backpack, then looked to Kal’tsit with an expectant gaze.

The terrifying dragon warrior had now transformed into a skeletal fighter. While it lacked the oppressive majesty of a dragon, it exuded a sinister and eerie aura instead.

Strangely, the hollow eye sockets of the skull completely obscured Steven’s face, as though the interior was truly empty. More unsettling was the jaw of the skeleton helmet moving in sync with Steven’s speech, as if alive.

“… Can’t you just be normal?”

Kal’tsit squinted, baffled at how Steven was managing these bizarre transformations. If the dragon head could be explained as Draco ancestry, then what was this? Necromancy?

Originium arts couldn’t achieve this level of body modification—not to the extent of creating a fully functioning skeletal form with independent thought.

“Sigh, why is it so complicated? All I want is to keep a low profile and not look too impressive. Why is that so hard?”

Disappointed, Steven removed the Wither Skeleton head as well.

How could a world that accepted beastfolk and angels not tolerate a little dragon person or skeleton warrior?

“So, you’re a racial knight, huh?”

“You’re anything but low profile dressed like that,” Kal’tsit pointed out bluntly. She had grown used to Steven’s conversational quirks and found this approach more straightforward.

After adapting to his peculiar manner of speaking, she realized it wasn’t that hard to communicate with him. In fact, fewer words seemed to work better—an approach she now embraced wholeheartedly to preserve her energy.

“That won’t do! Heavy armor is a man’s romance. You wouldn’t understand.”

Steven shook his head. The sense of security from being clad in a full Netherite Armour was unparalleled for someone as vulnerable as him.

“You don’t need to wear it daily. If you really must cover your face in battle, the pumpkin head will suffice,” Kal’tsit finally conceded with a sigh.

Just moments ago, she had dismissed the pumpkin head as ridiculous. Now, it didn’t seem so bad in comparison. The longer Steven experimented, the more she feared what other absurd helmets he might pull out.

Seeing Kal’tsit’s reluctant approval, Steven returned the Wither Skeleton helmet to his backpack.

He had been about to try the Piglin head next.

Why didn’t they just say the pumpkin head was fine from the start? Now this felt like dealing with a picky client who ended up choosing the first option they were shown.