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    A monthter, in the Chateau de Chantilly, Napoleon was in the courtyard, fiddling his hands with a screwdriver where he tightened thest nail to the sounder, an electromechanical device that produces audible clicks or sounds when receiving telegraph signals.


    The moment it was tightened, Napoleon straightened his posture and wiped the sweat off his forehead. In just a month, he finished making the telegraph. Though technically it only took him two weeks, because the three weeks were spent with him and Ci visiting their factories and ensuring that the production is maintained despite the political upheaval happening in France.


    "Was it done?"


    Napoleon heard her soft velvety voice sound from behind him. He nced over his shoulder and saw Ci walking towards him with a te of strawberry tart.


    "I''m sure you are hungry so I baked you some," Ci said, handing him the te.


    "Thank you," Napoleon smiled as he took the te and grabbed a fork to dig into the sweet treat. The first bite melted in his mouth, the tangy sweetness of the strawberries perfectlyplemented by the ky crust.


    "Hmm!" Napoleon eximed in delight. "This is delicious."


    "I''m d that you like it," Ci replied, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction. She looked at the telegraph that he finished making. "This is finished right?"


    "Yup, I built the receiver in your office so that we can test it now," Napoleon said, setting aside the te on the courtyard table.


    "Really? May I have the pleasure of receiving the first telegraph message?"


    Napoleon chuckled at Ci''s enthusiasm. "Of course. It would be an honor to have you receive the inaugural telegraph message. Without your money, I wouldn''t be able to build this."


    "But it was your invention that made me what I am now," Ci giggled. "I''ll head to my office."


    Napoleon watched as Ci retreated back to the pce before returning his attention to the telegraph. They say that those who have the most powerful swords, guns, or other weapons win the war, but for Napoleon, it wasmunication that held the key to victory. With the telegraph, he could transmit orders and receive vital information in a matter of moments, allowing for swift decision-making and strategic maneuvering.


    If only Napoleon had the telegraph in his original world, he might not have suffered defeats in battle. Many of his losses were a result of mimunication, with his marshals failing to receive his orders due to dispatch riders being intercepted by the enemy. The telegraph would have provided him with a reliable and rapid means ofmunication, ensuring that hismands reached the intended recipients without dy.


    Five minutester, Napoleon was certain that Ci was in her office, and so he decided to transmit his first message.


    Napoleon carefully positioned his fingers on the telegraph key. The key, a small lever connected to an electrical circuit, was the interface through which he would transmit his message. With practiced precision, he pressed the key down,pleting the circuit and allowing an electric current to flow.


    The current traveled through a wire connected to the telegraph line, extending from Napoleon''s courtyard to Ci''s office.


    As the electric current reached Ci''s office, it entered a telegraph receiver. The receiver consisted of a sensitive electroma and an armature positioned near a sounder. The electroma had been wound with copper wire, creating a maic field when an electric current passed through it.


    Simultaneously, in Ci''s office, the electroma inside her telegraph receiver was energized, attracting the armature towards it. This movement caused a lever to pivot, which in turn allowed a small hammer to strike against the sounder, producing an audible click.


    Back in the courtyard, Napoleon eagerly listened for the distinctive sound of the telegraph clicks. Each click represented a dot or a dash, following the patterns of Morse code or Bonaparte code.


    In this instance, he tapped out "N" (dash-dot) followed by "B" (dot-dash-dash-dash), which were his initials.


    Now the telegraph system was in Ci''s hands. In her office, she listened attentively to the sounder, interpreting the clicks of the telegraph. With the reference which she found lying on her table, she deciphered the transmitted message as "NB," Napoleon''s initials.


    Her lips curled to a smile, astonished again by Napoleon''s brilliance. He built a working telegraph.


    Ci prepared to respond. She positioned her fingers on the telegraph key in her office, mirroring Napoleon''s actions. As she pressed down on the key, an electric current once again flowed through the circuit, initiating the transmission of her own message. <novelsnext></novelsnext>


    Napoleon watched as the telegraph line came alive, carrying Ci''s response through the intricate system he had painstakingly constructed. He decoded the iing message.


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    "It worked," he whispered, unable to contain his tion. First the steam engines, and now the telegraph. This proves that any technology that he might introduce in the future, will work wlessly such as those.


    Five minutester, Ci returned to the courtyard to see his reaction. But what she had not anticipated was Napoleon''s excitement bubbling inside him. Where she found herself being lifted by Napoleon and swirled around in a joyful embrace.


    "It worked! The telegraph worked!" Napoleon cheered as he continued spinning.


    Ciughed, her arms wrapped tightly around Napoleon''s neck. She could feel the sheer joy radiating from him.


    "I know! I know! Put me down, Napoleon."


    Napoleon finally set her down, a wide grin spreading across his face.


    "I''m sorry, I couldn''t help myself," Napoleon chuckled.


    Two minutester, their jubnt celebration settled into a moment of tranquil serenity. They found respite in the picturesque Chateau de Chantilly courtyard, where the fragrance of blooming flowers mingled with the gentle breeze. Ci gracefully settled on the meticulously trimmed grass, the vibrant green des providing a soft cushion beneath her. Napoleon, his face glowing with a radiant smile, leaned into thefort of Ci''sp.


    Her thigh was soft and warm beneath his head. He looked up at Ci, whose face was partially obscured by her ample bosom. She tenderly stroked Napoleon''s hair and gazed down at him with affectionate eyes.


    "This is good," Napoleonmented. "Resting my head on your thigh and gazing at your beautiful face. It feels like I''m in heaven staring at an angel."


    Ci blushed at Napoleon''s heartfelt words, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.


    "There you go again saying such…silly things," Ci replied shyly.


    "Tell me if your thigh is getting ufortable, I will stand up…"


    Ci shook her head. "No, you can rest your head on myp for as long as you like, Napoleon."


    Napoleon smiled. "Well, I will take my time then."


    He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. But his mind wandered to the issue France is now facing. Over thest month, Ci had gathered information about what was happening in Paris.


    There were underground preparations taking ce, fueled by growing discontent among the Parisian popce. Economic hardships, exacerbated by skyrocketing intion and widespread unemployment, had pushed the people to their limits. The scarcity of bread, a staple of survival, only added fuel to the simmering anger. The streets became a breeding ground for revolutionary sentiment, as radical groups seized the opportunity to spread their message and gather supporters.


    Meanwhile, the Legitive Assembly, the governing body of France, struggled to maintain control in the face of mounting unrest. The deep divisions within the government, particrly between the Girondins and the Jacobins, furtherplicated matters. The Girondins, proponents of gradual reform and moderation, shed with the Jacobins, who advocated for radical change and swift action.


    The massacre of the Champ de Mars helped the Jacobins to gain momentum, as they portrayed themselves as champions of the people against a corrupt and ineffective government. Rumors of secret societies plotting to overthrow the regime circted among the citizens, adding to the air of tension and uncertainty.


    It would not be until the War of the First Coalition, where the Duke of Brunswick issued his infamous manifesto threatening to destroy Paris, that the situation would escte into a full-blown crisis, leading to the insurrection of August 10, 1792.


    He opened his eyes and looked at Ci. She assured him that she will help the royal family escape France. Despite his concerns for her safety, he still allowed her. The only thing he can do right now is trust that she will deliver the intended result.