I Became a Hero in Another World and Nothing Here Is My Size!?

Softburrow prayed for a protector of great stature and got a human who cannot enter the throne room without taking the banner with him. The rabbitfolk here top out at five feet, court on step-stools, and treat a snapped chair like foreign policy. Everyone wants him as wall, omen, or husband; nobody has a bed that fits. He can save the border, wreck the lintel, take the clover crown, or sit on the floor and make them come down to eye level — the rite did not specify which.