The Protagonist’s Party is Too Diligent

I had no complaints about how things worked—the Imperial Household and nobility provided the funds, while the academy and student council handled the actual management.

After all, I was never good at managing money. Back in my old world, I used to budget my living expenses to the extreme, only to end up spending everything on games and merchandise, leaving me with nothing when unexpected expenses popped up—so much so that skipping meals became routine. Things had changed a lot since I started making my own money, but at least until I graduated from college, I had spent a significant amount of time hungry.

Even in this world, I had never really paid attention to budgeting. Thinking back, the sheer amount of money I had spent must have been staggering—from buying firearms, to refining Maramaros into bullets, to wearing a reinforced exoskeleton made with technology that didn’t even exist in my previous world.@@novelbin@@

None of that would have been possible without the Imperial Treasury backing me.

If I had been part of the student council and had access to that budget, there was no doubt I would have burned through it recklessly, causing all sorts of problems.

Besides, the student council members weren’t exactly desperate for money. More importantly, no one in their right mind would dare embezzle from a budget that mixed noble donations, imperial funds, and even foreign royal contributions. That meant I had nothing to worry about—I could simply sit back and watch the academy slowly transform as it prepared for the Cultural Festival.

At least, that’s what I thought—until a student council member came looking for me.

"H-H-Her Highness…?"

The girl stammered as she approached, looking like she was about to collapse in fear just from speaking to me.

"What is it?"

Hearing my voice, she flinched hard—as if I had suddenly jumped out to scare her. You’re the one who called me, though.

"T-The teacher… s-sent me to get you… Her Highness… um… she asked to see you…"