"I gave that star away," Nageki explains. Everything worked out in the end, so he doesn't regret that decision. It isn't as though he could have known why the King wanted the gem at that point.
But if imagining the planisphere created it...
He ignores Bill in favor of imagining the library he spent five years haunting. It's an ordinary library with wooden tables and desks for students to study at. A hand drawn manga sits on one of the tables with Nageki's editing notes penciled in. The shelves holds books with small St. Pigeonation's stickers on their spines. The windows look new, as though they were recently replaced. The information desk has some books in it as well, though they look untouched. And though Nageki never felt it himself, he knows that they library is very cold. Enough to freeze birds in the middle of summer despite the fact that the air conditioning is turned off.
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But if imagining the planisphere created it...
He ignores Bill in favor of imagining the library he spent five years haunting. It's an ordinary library with wooden tables and desks for students to study at. A hand drawn manga sits on one of the tables with Nageki's editing notes penciled in. The shelves holds books with small St. Pigeonation's stickers on their spines. The windows look new, as though they were recently replaced. The information desk has some books in it as well, though they look untouched. And though Nageki never felt it himself, he knows that they library is very cold. Enough to freeze birds in the middle of summer despite the fact that the air conditioning is turned off.