"Vassal!? Why would I stoop so low?! This Regent Lord won't be a problem once I get out without it!" The king exclaimed as Zianro stood up and gripped his sword. "However, Maybe we can work out the details of Vassalsnip once all this has settled?" The King asked.<br/><br/>Zianro sighed, when in doubt, do a good intimidation. "However your majesty, I don't see anyone competent enough to be a Regent Lord..." The King said. Zianro's eyes widened.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"There's someone else in the background? Is it a Beracian? Or worse, a disgraced Noble from here in Zankor?"</span>Zianro's mind began to think really hard. What exactly is going on in the Continent of Meiran?