“Eli, are you sure about this?” Cecil asked as he ran alongside me, keeping up with my pace without even breaking a sweat.It was the day of our midterms for our class on Combat and Consecration. Unlike our finals, which would be an off-campus evaluation of our combat abilities, the midterms were just a timed physical fitness test. Right now, we were still in the middle of running laps around the field, but we were going to have to compete in an obstacle course and more later on.The elf running next to me was evidently capable of running at a far faster pace than me, however he slowed down to talk to me regarding what transpired yesterday during our summoning class.“You still have time to back out,” Cecil continued, meeting my gaze seriously as we ran alongside each other. “Archdeacon Emmett said you can change your mind before the end of the week.”“I’ll be fine,” I said reassuringly as I tried to catch my breath. “I wouldn’t volunteer to take the accelerated exam if I didn’t know what I’m doing. Remember, I held my own against Prince Claudius just fine.”Cecil just pursed his lips in response. “That’s true, but… this is also different.”I raised a brow at him, and he shook his head.“I do not wish to place doubt on your abilities once again, Eli. However, that was a royal duel. That was a test of skill, not a real battle. You’re a [Healer]. How do you expect to take on a spirit with only a week’s worth of preparation?”I raised my head when I heard (...)