Harvest Valley

The further eastward we journey in Drangleic, the more mountainous it becomes. And with every peak, there is a valley; the Harvest Valley is no exception. The rocky terrain is surrounded by much taller crags and cliffs. It has well earned its name as the “Valley of Pooling” (溜りの谷) in reference to the poison pools accumulating in the ground as well as the facilities collecting them. This poisonous liquid welling up from the lowland functions the same as any other encountered in-game, which is probably why poison horn bugs are the only creature we can find native to this area — apparently feeding on the poison moss which also seems to grow in abundance there. But Gilligan explains that the poison has added properties beneficial for beauty and health. Rumor of such a peculiar substance is likely what attracted Queen Mytha to this newly-conquered holding of her kingdom of Alken.

Hey, d’ya know? I’m told, there’s a monster woman here. They say the poison here’s good for her body. Apparently for her beauty and health. Honestly, women are already monsters…

As Gilligan recounts, Mytha at some point realized that her husband loved another woman. Aware of the details or not, the queen believed that she would steal his attention away from his old flame if she became beautiful. Her insecurity about her appearance was unfounded, as the description to Mytha’s Bent Blade claims that she was already more beautiful than anyone. Instead, this hints to the Queen’s vanity, so absorbed in her personal image that her husband’s perception of her needed to surpass that of other women. If he didn’t love her as is, then clearly she just wasn’t pretty enough — not that she was lacking in something less superficial. This behavior would fit with an elite noblewoman, the kind we can presume was arranged to marry the then Prince of Alken for the sake of his kingdom. But politics aside, Mytha legitimately loved the Old Iron King with all her heart.

Apparently even that monster was originally human. She was the wife who had married into the castle beyond here. But they say her husband already liked someone else. Knowing that, the wife desperately tried to become beautiful. Probably thought it’d steal the husband.

Thus began the queen’s desperate attempts to achieve perfect beauty. Perhaps she had tried and failed less controversial solutions before resorting to poison, but she has fully dedicated herself to this operation, regardless. Building an “earthen tower” (土の塔) as her base, Mytha has sent out countless laborers to mine the earth. These range from half-naked peons to the hulking hammerers whom the Dark Souls II Collector’s Edition Guide supposes were siphoned from the Iron King’s steelworkers. And overseeing them were riders mounting giant humanoid monstrosities that helped with the digging, watchtowers dotting the perimeters for good measure. Similar to extracting crude oil, any poison reserves the miners find get pumped up to the surface by the centralized windmill system. From there, the workers collect the poison by hand and transport it in pots via carts back to the tower. The pots are then dumped into a massive vat encompassing most of the bottom floor, which the windmill system again pumps up to the queen’s personal bath and private chambers at the top.

This is a large-scale operation earning Mytha, or Mida, (ミダ) her moniker as the “Queen of Poison” (毒の妃) — an obvious reference to the historical Mithridates, (ミトリダテス) the “Poison King” of Pontus who went to great lengths to research poisons and build an immunity to them. Mytha herself likely had to take time building up a tolerance to her poison before she could take any lengthy dips in the pools. In the meantime, she has taken great care to keep everything running smoothly. With a residence made of wood, mud, and mud brick, a conflagration would be a huge concern. And while the only part of the facility we can burn is the main windmill — the one part clearly made with metal, oddly enough — Mytha seems to be aware of this vulnerability. The chest on the bottom floor before we enter the main facility has a bunch of torches, as if confiscated anticipating a possible accident. She wanted nothing to interrupt her constant immersion in poison. And for that, the poison had to keep flowing.

The valley’s laborers alone carry Red Leech Troches used to protect against bleeding, suggesting that staff are abused for failing to meet quotas. But work is suicide. While poisonous gases are commonly released whilst mining, few slave away digging outright poisoned earth. Countless corpses lay within the green fog hanging in the mines, the survivors carrying items used to stave off the poison. Even when they can no longer stand on their own feet, they are still forced to work. If they lost use of their hands, the work hook stored in Earthen Peak implies that the queen would simply refit them with a prosthetic before throwing them back into the valley. Not even death was necessarily an escape. All the miners left are Hollows, so Mytha doesn’t care if her labor force turns Undead. This understandably generates a great deal of enmity, hence some of the skeletons there reanimating without a necromancer in sight. These conditions can’t be considered the norm, as she secures the work hook in a mimic. The queen of Alken knew she had a lot to hide from official guests visiting from the capital.

The poison diggers cast dark orbs directly from their palm, implying them to be the products of such magic — it would certainly explain their unnatural size. As a sorcerer capable of using her own head as a catalyst during her boss battle, Mytha seems to have performed Dark experiments on the humans under her command, specifically the soldiers and knights if the Sunlight Medals the monsters carry are any indication. The Dark Gauntlets kept at Earthen Peak reaffirm the queen’s interest in the subject during her stay. Considering Alken’s veneration for fire and sunlight, such dabbling with the Dark would have likely been frowned upon, hence why she hid the gauntlets within that same mimic as the work hook. But so long as her actions didn’t come to the court’s — particularly her husband’s — attention, she didn’t care what powers she employed. All that matters is acquiring the valley’s poison to become beautiful. That obsession made her a monster, in more ways than one.

Out of grudge or obsession, the wife became a monster.

When we finally meet Mytha, the poison has transformed her skin to green scales with long horns, sharp claws, and a serpentine tail in place of legs. This reveals much about its true nature. For one, the poison’s healing properties have granted Mytha youth and longevity if not immortality, hence her survival into the present era. Moreover, her traits are consistent with dragonkin, serpents in particular considered failures at becoming dragons. Then there is the poison coming from deep beneath the earth. All these factors lead to but one cause: the sleeping dragon Sinh. That dragon was absorbing poison into his body underground until finally forced to release it. Assuming that Harvest Valley is located directly above Shulva, it is feasible for that poison to eventually seep into the earth above. And as an archdragon, Sinh’s power of rock would likely be imbued into the poison he bore over a long enough time.

Soul of the Poison Queen Mida, who resides in the Earthen Tower.

The queen who desired the King’s love even used poison on herself and eventually became a monster in pursuit of beauty. Love is spellbinding and thus maddening.

The special soul this queen possesses is used to acquire a vast amount of souls or create a great power.

In essence, Mytha’s gradual yet extensive soaking in the poison caused her to undergo an imperfect draconification, a result of the archdragon’s power being transferred through such an unusual medium. Having only been aware of its short-term health benefits that most observers would notice first, she didn’t realize the full extent of what she was bathing in until it was too late. This twisted form naturally reflects her twisted personality full or cruelty and spite, but item descriptions always have this go hand-in-hand with her deep affection for the Old Iron King. This is why we can derive a twisted blade from Mytha’s soul when the actual boss uses a spear. It wasn’t really the poison that drove her mad, it was merely the trigger for a woman who had already been warped by love and hubris.

Dagger created from the soul of the Poison Queen Mida. A strong poison coats the awfully twisted blade.

Did the queen more beautiful than anyone go mad due to the poison at the bottom of the land, or was her love too strong?

Some of that hatred was pointed toward herself. The boss holds her own severed head by its hair, kept alive thanks to her draconic immortality. Even the use of her head, especially mouth, as a catalyst for sorcery is similar in principle to dragons’ ability to breathe fire. But it comes with the implication that the mad queen was so revolted by her new form that she ultimately beheaded herself in an attempt to disassociate her beauty from her ugliness. After all, other than the horns and sickly pallor, her head is the only part of her body that has yet to have its beauty corrupted. Of course, one must question the sanity of anyone thinking they can look more beautiful by separating a pretty face from an ugly body. Mytha’s obsession with her own appearance clearly made her desperate, and even isolating her head didn’t solve her disgusting form. And yet, her poison baths continue, a sign that this stubborn woman has put far too much effort into this to give up now. There is no going back on the method she has pursued — it has to work.

Just how deeply obsessed is that woman? Honestly, it’s a real nuisance.

The queen later created puppets, filled not with miasma like the localization attests but “maliciousness”. The reason was because they helped her abduct humans to the valley. Earthen Peak has no shortage of hanging cages, and Gilligan was one of these captured, having apparently escaped along with another Hollow in hiding shortly before our arrival. His cut dialogue confirms that they are being put to work, himself included according to the Japanese script; it likewise affirms that all his knowledge about Mytha comes from these other prisoners. Indeed, when we first meet Gilligan, he assumes that we are escapees like him, which is rational if every sane person there is a prisoner doomed to die working in the mines. The desert sorcerers in the queen’s employ do suggest that she is targeting men specifically, which is reinforced by the Collector’s Edition Guide. If Mytha’s goal is to lure and capture men, then she is probably looking for strong males suited for heavy labor.

Armor of the puppets that lurk in the Valley of Pooling.

There was a strange art called “puppetry” in two lost countries. The queen who was swallowed by poison created puppets filled with her own maliciousness and manipulated them as she willed.


Knife of the puppets that lurk in the Valley of Pooling.

There was a strange art called “puppetry” in two lost countries. The queen who was swallowed by poison manipulated the puppets and abducted humans to the valley.


It’s an earlier story of why we’re digging up poison here.


It’s a story I heard from the lot captured here…

Ramping up production still hasn’t improved her appearance any, which isn’t lost on her. The puppets ended up having their faces torn off by their creator, furious at them seeing her hideous form. Mytha’s frustration at failing to meet her beauty standard has made her mentally unbalanced. And since item descriptions and Gilligan attribute a vindictive motive behind her behavior, this may have been when her cruel treatment of workers and other unethical acts actually began. So why do the desert sorcerers serve such a bad boss? Most likely to improve their own beauty. The sorcerers own dragon charms as well as the Linger Dragoncrest Ring, items connected to the worship of archdragons. Therefore, they are probably aware of the poison’s true nature and sought out the queen for the express purpose of obtaining her fountain of youth; they do rely on their feminine wiles to lower their target’s guard. It wouldn’t be the only example of Mytha working out some sort of deal with her servants either.

Mask of the puppets that lurk in the Valley of Pooling.

The puppets had their faces torn off by the queen who created them. She pointed her intense hatred toward those that saw her form.

Grave Wardens of the Undead Crypt are among Earthen Peak’s guards, implying that Mytha has relations with the Fenito. It is possible for Alken to have discovered the crypt as part of its research into Heide. Mytha herself uses Heiden iconography for the fresco in her chamber, with Old Knight equipment found in her valley. However, her personal interest in the culture doesn’t equate to the Fenito lending some of their gravekeepers for an operation on the entire other end of the continent. Therefore, the queen most likely convinced the dead that the poison originating from underground would eventually threaten the mausoleum if allowed to build up and spread. In that scenario, the Fenito could justify their aid as an extension of their duties safeguarding the Undead’s eternal rest. And so, they had an accord.

Also helping secure the queen’s operations is a Mirrah shadow. Combined with the Mirrah Shield in a chest within the tower, and Mytha no doubt hired the eastern nation’s spooks, perhaps to spy on her own workers. After all, her reason for relying on all this outside help is obvious: she couldn’t trust knights or soldiers of Alken to leak nothing to the court back home. They were loyal first to her husband, which may be why any she brought with her were subject to experiments and made to work alongside the peons. The shadows would help keep an eye on any other potential dangers in that regard. But in the end, one must question the point of these continued endeavors. She is now queen of a ruined kingdom with no king to return her love. And as fate would have it, she has been looking for it in all the wrong places.

Like Mytha, the Covetous Demon was originally human, specifically a man who had always been by her side — probably a personal aide in her service since before she became Queen. Regardless of his exact identity, he had fallen for her. But because she didn’t return his affections, the man poured his passion into eating to assuage his loneliness, “covetous” (貪り) containing connotations for both gluttonous greed and jealousy. The Gaping Dragon from DS1 gives precedence to strong emotions like appetite radically twisting the body, and the scythe derived from his soul is just his warped spine that digs into flesh like a devouring maw. This leaves no doubt that eating made the man into the monster. Now he is lonelier than before but unable to stop either his love or his hunger. And Mytha has been more than happy to take advantage of that.

Soul of the Covetous Demon that eats all things.

Eating is a manifestation of affection. The person of he who harbored unreciprocated feelings was even lonelier after transforming into a devil.

The special soul this mass of flesh possesses is used to acquire a vast amount of souls or create a great power.


Sickle created from the soul of the Covetous Demon. The gluttonous demon’s distorted backbone is harder than you would think, and sweeps as if scraping off flesh rather than slashing.

Who was that which transformed into a demon originally? Was even he who didn’t leave the Queen’s side seized by some kind of love?

In the lead-up to the Covetous Demon, we find Hollows in pots with green flames hanging overhead. Once we actually enter the boss room, we see the demon staring at more such pots, countless humans bones littering the floor with more he can belch up. Although the giant spiraling staircase behind him is broken, we can assume that it is supposed to lead up to Mytha’s private chambers — it is situated directly below her own boss room. It would thus seem that the queen has made the demon into a guard dog, teasing him with treats just out of reach to keep him on her doorstep. She has used her servant’s transformation to rid herself of countless unwanted visitors as a result. Perhaps she doesn’t want others to see her form, but there is irony in using the one person who loves her regardless when her reason for doing all this has long since lost its relevance. Love is indeed a crazy thing.