Yes, that is my sin. Even without those memories, Alice Schuberg
is no stranger, but who I once was. Those days in Rulid had taught
me that.

Even with her eyes shut, she knew the white, warm light had
enveloped her body.

Alice slowly lifted her eyelids.

As her face looked down, what she first saw was the skirt she was
wearing. However, it was not dyed in the pure white of the Axiom
Church, but a clear blue like the autumn skies.

Atop the skirt was a plain apron. The golden armor and gauntlets
were gone. When she touched her head with her hand, her
fingertips brushed against a large ribbon. Her hair seemed a little
shorter.

Raising her face, her eyes met with Ronye and Tiezé’s while they
were shocked into silence.

“…See? Your body and appearance depends merely on your heart.”

Of course, this transformation did not last forever. She would
likely return to her original knight look the moment her mental
concentration faltered. Still, the girls should understand now. How
Alice, Kirito, and Eugeo thought.

(Alicization Invading, 281)