Agatha inspected the hidden compartment that contained the portrait of the Queen, and indeed, as her subordinates had reported—it was just a private place to commemorate the Frost Queen in secret, without any traces of Transcendent power remaining.
She looked at the items that had been searched out: a plaster statue, commemorative coins, a handbook.
Fifty years ago, this would have earned a hanging.
But those terrifying years that kept everyone on edge had passed, and today's Frost authorities needed to consider the long-term stability of the City-State and their image of fairness. They couldn't make a big fuss over a private commemoration—nowadays, such harmless acts of remembrance usually only warranted a warning, and at most, a fine.
And even then, warnings and fines were matters for the security officers to consider—secular laws and orders were not the responsibility of the cathedral.
