Faust stiffened at Fateen's words. He didn't expect Cipher to keep their word; that was a given. However, he didn't expect the betrayal to happen so soon. Clenching his fists, Faust told her, painfully restrained, "Thank you, for telling me this." And with that, Faust stormed out before he cut something in half. He surged with complete and utter anger, not only at Cipher, who hid behind the weak and used them as tools. He hated himself for believing that those people, of anyone else, would keep a promise even momentarily. The peon at guard saw Faust step out of the fortune teller's.
"So, what was your 'epiphany' abou--"
"Night Slash."
The guard staggered back as something sharp as an edge, covered by folds of darkness itself, cut a deep gash across his chest.
"I realized that I hate Cipher more than I thought I did."
Faust seemingly blinked forward, cleanly slashing the guard's throat and immediately moving down to dismember his arm. As the man fell to the dust ground, life immediately fading, Faust looked at his blade, a new crimson coat covering the already shiny metal underneath. Blood wasn't new to him. However, this time, killing that man was.... exhilarating. It felt pleasant to watch a pool of red spilling from the body. And, for the first time since before joining Cipher, Faust smiled. More so, he started chuckling, slowly growing into maniacal laughter. Suddenly, Faust stopped. He shouldn't kill people merely because hates them; it goes against his way as a swordsman. But, he couldn't help but to concede to himself that it was incredibly enjoyable.
Returning to his normal thoughts after breathing for a bit, he thought for a moment: Where would he go now? Considering he was covered in blood, the hotel wouldn't be one of the finer places to be when they discovered the body. "Where else could we go...." Faust said to himself in the darkness, as he wiped off his blade. Then, thinking back to Fateen's info, he figured that it would be best to go to Agate; it was high time to see his home again, or rather, whatever remained there. If Eagun was still alive, he'd liberate him. And even then.... Faust doubted that anyone would mind if he killed a few more of those Cipher members. Running forward and leaping up, Faust yelled out, unrestrained "Fly, Farfetch'd!" before landing on the duck's back.
He had no idea how that bird could hold up his weight as well as it did, but he had no complaints, and would have taken a hover bike if his Farfetch'd did. Grabbing onto the leek in its beak like a pair of handles, Faust and his friend flew off towards Agate Village.