"Knowing that my future self was still such a romantic womanizer put my mind at ease, Ms. Carter. Ten minutes after I leave, you will once again lapse into the confusion natural to an aging body. Please make the most of your time." Salomon rose with a smile. Through Peggy Carter, Salomon had still managed to glimpse some of what he would experience after embarking on time travel in the future. Yet even with Salomon's magic, Peggy Carter's aging brain could not function as smoothly as that of a young person. From time to time, she forgot what she had just said and repeated herself, like a tape that had gotten stuck.
Aging was the most terrifying curse in the world. Magic could alleviate her symptoms, but it was not permanent. Restoring youth was an exceedingly advanced form of alchemy. Only the First Honey Flower in Salomon's possession—the initial prototype of the so-called Red Potion—could make Peggy Carter young again, but her lifespan would not last until the First Honey Flower took effect.
"Also, thank you for your candor. In fact, I have been gathering information on the identities my future self assumed after entering time travel, and the roles I played throughout human history. So far, the only one known is Christopher Marlowe. After all, an atheist capable of burning Catholics alive suits my tastes perfectly. The only drawback is that I would have to attend school once more. I never expected to get such an opportunity during World War II. It is truly wonderful. If possible, I intend to burn some Puritans."
"Stop telling stupid jokes. You always liked making such cruel jokes in the past." With the aid of a ventilator, Peggy Carter's aged lungs exchanged air. Salomon's words had truly amused her, but her condition did