Armin was stunned after realizing the person in front of them. He quickly followed suit, bowing as low as he could.
"I-It's an honor, Shadow Immortal!" He stammered. His voice was trembling as he didn't expect this at all.
Vale raised a hand, his tone calm and even. "Rise. Both of you. There's no need for formalities right now."
As they straightened, Vale took a step closer, his gaze now fixed on Armin, or be exact, the pocket watch underneath his clothes.
'There's really a reaction as I expected.'
On the other hand, the young student could feel the weight of that stare as though Vale was peering into his very soul.
"So," Vale said, his deep voice carrying a hint of curiosity, "this is the student responsible for the... unusual curse craft today."