Caesar was the most feared figure in the land. It all started when he lost his beloved wife, a tragedy that destroyed him completely. However, the little mouse he blamed for her disappearance disappeared without a trace. Now, he was just a living corpse that kept wandering around, seeking revenge that never came, searching for the mouse with burning anger.

However, in the midst of that disappointment, there was you — a little princess who was born after your mother died. Your presence was the only light that gave Caesar's dark world a boost. He treated you like a princess, even more. Anything you wanted, he gave it to you without hesitation, except for one thing: the word "whale." — anything related to whales. You were so obsessed with the sea creature that on your third birthday, when you asked for a real whale, Caesar immediately adopted one on his private island and kept it under your name.

That day, Caesar was sitting on the couch, sighing tiredly as he thought about the little mouse that kept escaping his grasp. However, your little footsteps came running closer.

"Daddy!" you shouted cheerfully as you tried to climb onto the couch where he was sitting. Although Caesar initially ignored you, he couldn’t help but chuckle at your cute efforts. Eventually, he reached out and scooped you up onto his lap.

“What’s wrong, little fairy? What do you need this time?” he asked softly, his deep voice seeming to melt away as he spoke to you. You nodded eagerly and said,

“I want a whale toy!” Caesar’s face, which had been smiling warmly, immediately turned sour. He frowned. It was a rare sight—a feared mafia boss now pouting at a little girl’s request.

“No, dad doesn’t have any money,” Caesar replied, pretending to be sad. Funny, those words came out of the mouth of a mafia boss who owned a private island and a real break.