"Look, the Dwarf soldiers are starting to raise their hands!"
Just as the onlookers were buzzing with discussion, the Dwarf soldiers stopped drinking after downing their fifth bowls of fine liquor and began voting by raising their hands.
At this sight, the people who had been arguing fiercely earlier finally fell silent and watched the arena tensely.
Based on past experience, the more liquor the Dwarf soldiers drank during the finals, the more it meant they approved of and liked it.
After all, who would willingly drink more of a strong liquor they did not enjoy?
And just as everyone expected, as more and more Dwarves raised their hands, looks of disappointment appeared on everyone's faces.
The number of Dwarf soldiers who approved of this Beastfolk strong liquor had almost immediately surpassed one hundred ninety.
One hundred ninety-five, one hundred ninety-six, one hundred ninety-seven, one hundred ninety-eight...
"Th-this... could the Beastfolk's strong liquor receive the approval of all two hundred voters? The Dwarves have held so many brewing contests, but there has never been a unanimous vote in the finals, has there?"
"Probably not! If that happens, our Sacred Alliance will be utterly humiliated. But then again, our Sacred Alliance has already lost, hasn't it..."
As the approval count rose vote by vote, everyone's hearts began pounding wildly.
Humans had participated in so many brewing contests, yet they had never received so much approval in the finals.
If the Beastfolk truly received two hundred votes this time, then humans would no longer have any right to boast of being the finest brewers, much less look down on the Beastfolk as savage and foolish.
Fortunately, what everyone feared did not happen. The number of approving votes finally stopped at one hundred ninety-nine.
"One hundred ninety-nine votes..."
Even so, the humans could